It's Too Easy To Be Myself With

I Feel Like Humor Is A Part Of Life. I Don't Think It Comes Through As Much In The Novels As It Does In My Head.

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

I Glared At Him. "i May Not Die Now... But I'm Going To Die Sometime. Every Minute Of The Day, I Get Closer. And I'm Going To Get Old.

Isabella Swan?” He Looked Up At Me Through His Impossibly Long Lashes, His Golden Eyes Soft But, Somehow, Still Scorching. “i Promise To Love You Forever—every Single Day Of Forever. Will You Marry Me?” There Were Many Things I Wanted To Say, Some Of Them Not Nice At All, And Others More Disgustingly Gooey And Romantic Than He Probably Dreamed I Was Capable Of. Rather Than Embarrass Myself With Either, I Whispered, “yes.” “thank You,” He Said Simply. He Took My Left Hand And Kissed Each Of My Fingertips Before He Kissed The Ring That Was Now Mine.

Edward Can Do Everything, Right?" I Explained. Jasper Snickered And Esme Gave Edward A Reproving Look. "i Hope You Haven't Been Showing Off-it's Rude," She Scolded. "just A Bit," He Laughed Freely. "he's Been Too Modest Actually," I Corrected. "well, Play For Her," Esme Encouraged. "you Just Said Showing Off Was Rude," He Objected. "there Are Exceptions To Every Rule," She Replied.