You Are My Life. You're The Only

If There Was A Jane Austen Camp, I Would Go, No Question.

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.

I'll Be Back So Soon You Won't Have Time To Miss Me. Look After My Heart I've Left It With You

No Two Writers Go About Things In Exactly The Same Way (intro)

I Believe That. But I Want You To Know Something — When It Comes To All This Enemies Nonsense, I’m Out. I Am A Neutral Country. I Am Switzerland. I Refuse To Be Affected By Territorial Disputes Between Mythical Creatures. Jacob Is Family. You Are . . . Well, Not Exactly The Love Of My Life, Because I Expect To Love You For Much Longer Than That. The Love Of My Existence. I Don’t Care Who’s A Werewolf And Who’s A Vampire. If Angela Turns Out To Be A Witch, She Can Join The Party, Too.