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.
Stephenie MeyerIs it really sick for me to be happy right now?" I asked. My voice broke twice. He didn't push me away. He pulled me tight against his ice-hard chest, so tight it was hard to breathe, even with my lungs securely intact. "I know exactly what you mean," he whispered. "But we have lot of reasons to be happy. For one, we're alive." "Yes," I agreed. "That's a good one." "And together," he breathed. His breath was so sweet it made my head swim.
Stephenie MeyerHe was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.
Stephenie MeyerI love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.
Stephenie Meyer