It was sort of the pattern to my life - I'd never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I'd ever been able to do was keep going. Endure. Survive.

The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

She looked around herself, disoriented, like she’d forgotten we were at lunch. Like she’d forgotten we were even at school-surprised that we were not alone in some private place. I understood that feeling exactly. It was hard to remember the rest of the world when I was with her.

It's easier to come up with new stories than it is to finish the ones you already have. I think every author would feel that way.