“Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth.”

“All hell broke loose- and I mean that more literally that you can possibly imagine.”

“I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be.”

“Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.”

“As long as I was on my way to hell I might as well enjoy the journey.”

“The sun was hot on my skin, too bright as it bounced off the white concrete and blinded me. I felt dangerously exposed. More fiercely than I would have dreamed I was capable of, I wished for the green, protective forest of Forks . . . of home.”

“Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through—usually with relief that the choice was made. Sometimes the relief was tainted by despair, like my decision to come to Forks. But it was still better than wrestling with the alternatives.”