The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow... Bella's Lullaby

Here in the trees it was much easier to believe the absurdities that embarrassed me indoors. Nothing had changed in this forest for thousands of years, and all the myths and legends of a hundred different lands seemed much more likely in this green haze than they had in my clear-cut bedroom. Bella Swan Stephenie Meyer

No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot.

It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.

Hasn’t anyone ever told you? Life isn’t fair.

That actually is one of my huge challenges right now because I write best at night, no question. I can focus. You know you're not getting any phone calls, I can shut everything down, and I'm just more creative at night.

It's important for me to be free and know I'm acting for myself. I do things because I want to, and that's important. You want to be your own person.