Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt

The Story Was A Sleeping Girl In A Narrow Bed Dark Hair Thick And Wild And Twisted Like Seaweed Across The Pillow... Bella's Lullaby

You're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.

Fall Down Again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I Punched A Werewolf In The Face.

If Your Life Was All You Had To Give Your Beloved, How Could You Not Give It?

I Wanted Myself. I Wouldn't Let What Was Mine Be Destroyed.