Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either.

The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire.

With 'Twilight,' I felt the actors needed to be up-and-coming artists that haven't been recognized yet.

Strange world isn't it?

You live a thousand lives when you read a thousand books.