If you like what you're reading, I probably wrote it.
Stephenie Meyer: Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong.
I think there was always some scrawny dreamer sitting at the edge of the firelight, who had the ability to imagine dangers, to look into the future in his imagination and see possibilities, and therefore survived to pass his genes on to the next generation.
Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk
You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
That's a horrible plan." "Yes, but I have chosen to ignore that.