Author has written 4 stories for Twilight.
Dear my readers,
I am not a writer. In fact, I would say that I am pretty much shitty at writing. I am just a feeler. I feel the story passing through my hands, chasing in my mind. I feel them when I am taking a shower or eating a banana or listening to a James Blunt song or all of the above (simultaneously). I feel inspiration from other stories and better writers and I twist and turn until the words become mine. I try to put what I feel on paper.
Some of my words are pretty and some are not, because I am working very very hard (though not quite successfully yet) not just to write stories, but to write art. And art isn't supposed to be pretty. It's supposed to make you feel something.
So even though I know that the words I write will--in no way--change you in any fundamental way, I hope that my words make the millions and billions stardust that is you feel something, so that when you walk away from the words I write, you are forever a tiny bit different from whence you begin. That is all I hope.
These are the quotes that inspire me, from the literary greats (or as great as my opinion matters)
"I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.”
“What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”