If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?

I know the exact date that I began writing Twilight, because it was also the first day of swim lessons for my kids. So I can say with certainty that it all started on June 2, 2003.

Life and love would go on. Even though it would happen without me, the idea brought me joy.

I have an immature, Homer Simpson-like tendency to giggle when I say the words 'seminal fluids' in public.

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

"Happy birthday," he sighed, and leaned down to touch his lips to mine. I reached up on my toes to make the kiss last longer when he pulled away. He smiled my favorite crooked smile, and then he disappeared into the darkness.

He's got to let go of you sometime.