I Thought I'd Explained It

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

Just Like A Kitten That Thinks Its A Tiger.

Dear Jacob, I Win. Sincerely, Edward

Sometimes I Think You Like Me Better As A Wolf." "sometimes I Do. It Probably Has Something To Do With The Way You Can't Talk.

It’s Awful. No Privacy, No Secrets. Everything You’re Ashamed Of, Laid Out For Everyone To See.