Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

I've always kind of thought that reviews written by readers for readers are a kind of private space between consumers. It's their right to say anything they like about your material, and authors need to know that and respect that. As for my end, I'm aware of what my sales are, so I know that my books are working in the marketplace, at least for now, and beyond that, I have to just do my thing and stay focused.

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.