dear Alice. i don't know why i say alice anymore, i think now i write these emails to myself, to secure me that you were real, that you all were , that he was. There is evidence that you were here. and was my best friend. But sometimes i dont know wheither i was dreaming or not, But i stop that thought to think again, if it was a dream and you diddnt exist,then how did i know your name, or did i make you up, along with every one else. Maybe i'm going crazy, from without you i dont know. But i want to find out. Do you think a crazy person can be the one to digiosed themselves?? Lets hope for...
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
Bella Swan, Twilight, Preface, p.1
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.
Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.19
I peeked up at him one mais time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.