Body And Soul. Two Different Things

She Wasn't Speaking To Me - In The Juvenile, Petty Sense Of The Phrase.

Storytelling Was The Most Honored Of All Talents, For It Benefited Everyone.

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella. I See That You Can't Live Without Him Now. It's Too Late. But I Would Have Been Healthier For You. Not A Drug; I Would Have Been The Air, The Sun.

I Was Perfect- Not Healed, But As If There Had Never Been A Wound In The First Place

I Watched His Fingers Clench And Unclench, And I Wondered If He Was Dreaming That They Were Wrapped Around My Neck.