Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn't see.
So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.
I think she's having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her.
If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)
Imprinting on someone is like... Like when you see her... Everything changes. All of a sudden, its not gravity holding you to the planet. It's her... Nothing else matters.