Body and soul. Two different things

That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you shouldlive while you’re alive?

I can hear them on the floor below. They will find me in miuntes, or seconds. I scrawl the words on a dirty shred of newsprint. They are nearly illegible, but if he finds them, he will understand: 'Not fast enough. Love you love Jamie. Don't go home' Not only do I break their hearts, I steal their refuge, too. I picture our little canyon abandoned, as it must be forever now. Or if not abandoned, a tomb.

I just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.

Is the fire gone?" "Yes," I sighed. "Thank you, Edward." "I love you," he answered. "I know," I breathed, so tired. I heard my favorite sound in the world: Edward's quiet laugh, weak with relief.

And then I saw the way he looked at her... like he was a blind man, seeing the sun for the very first time.

You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.