I'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how wonderful it was.

If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.

Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But hey, I haven't ever met a Trophy Wife, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs.

Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.

By 17, I was submitting to publications and collecting my first rejection slips.

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

Is it better to outmonster the monsters or to be quietly devoured?