Go sit down and look pale.

Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life?

Too young,too young,she chanted to herself. Wrong,of course. I was older than her grandfather but according to my driver's license,she was right.

Of course, I still saw Edward at school, because there wasn't anything Charlie [her dad] could do about that. And then, Edward spent almost every night in my room, too, but Charlie wasn't precisely aware of that. Edward's ability to climb easily and silently through my second-story window was almost as useful as his ability to read Charlie's mind.

Out of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

There's no good story without romance.