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Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

I Have An Immature, Homer Simpson-like Tendency To Giggle When I Say The Words 'seminal Fluids' In Public.

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.

Hard To Feel Confident When You’re Surrounded By Horse-sized Wolves. Emmett Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 39, P.745

Everyone Needs A Little Edward In Their Life