“Crowpaw,I can hear the voices clearly now, this is for me to do.”

“Bella." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?""No," I groaned. "Go away.”

“When she spoke her voice was clear. "I do this so you cannot help but hear. a wise man views a moonless night with fear.”

“True...I hear voices in my head keep talking to me. The good thing for now is...I never answer them back.”

“Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he’s not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now.”

“Did somebody whisper something? I look left then right. Uh oh. I think I'm hearing voices now. Not, I AM hearing voices I THINK I'm hearing voices. Okay not voices, just a voice. Is thinking you heard it better or worse than knowning you heard it? Does the distinction matter?”