“Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth.”
“Heaven is not as narrowly literal-minded as hell.”
“Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back”
“What makes the earth feel like hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like heaven. Earth is earth. Hell is hell. Now, stop with the whining and caterwauling.”
“What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.”
“The fork fell from my fingers, splatterng mashed potatoes across the table. I mustered my best "ice princess" look at met his gaze. "You're in my personal space, buddy.”