I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.

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

I don't want to be a vampire. A lot of other people do and I think it's that dual nature - we have, you know, terrifying/intriguing.

Out of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.

You still owe me a yellow Porsche.

How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?