When You Can Live Forever What Do

The Way You Move — You Orient Yourself Around Him Without Even Thinking About It. When He Moves, Even A Little Bit, You Adjust Your Position At The Same Time. Like Magnets… Or Gravity. You’re Like A… Satellite, Or Something.

I Didn't Relate Well To People My Age. Maybe The Truth Was That I Didn't Relate Well To People, Period. Even My Mother, Who I Was Closer To Than Anyone Else On The Planet, Was Never In Harmony With Me, Never On Exactly The Same Page. Sometimes I Wondered If I Was Seeing The Same Things Through My Eyes That The Rest Of The World Was Seeing Through Theirs. Maybe There Was A Glitch In My Brain.

When You Live For The Fight, For The Blood, The Relationships You Form Are Tenuous And Easily Broken.

Two Voices Struggled Inside Me. One That Wanted To Be Good And Brave, And One That Told The Good One To Keep Her Mouth Shut.

Whoa, Whoa! Hold Up, There, Kid. She Lives In Forks, Remember? So She Gets Rained On.