Edward Answers to the New Questions

Anonymous asked:

If you had a good chance to do whatever you wanted to do to Jacob what would it be. ( know matter what you do won't get Bella mad)

Ha, that's a good one! No doubt I'd rip him to pieces. And to his tombstone I'd engrave with my bare finger: "Rest in Pieces." That's what I'd do. Sorry if this is too rude, but what can I say, I'm one jealous beast.

Anonymous asked:

Hi again. If you were the one who turned Bella into a vampire, in the movie do you think that she will scream?

I had to change her during her delivery and she was already in awful pain. Of course she will scream, the excruciating pain is something you don't want to experience.

Anonymous asked:

What do you think of your body. Do you think that it is increadable? Also do you work out??

No, I don't think it's incredible. I wouldn't hesitate a second if I could get back my fragile, aging human body. And no, I don't work out. What use or fun would that be? My muscles are immutable, always in perfect shape, so that'd be no fun at all.

Anonymous asked:

Edward,
How did it feel to be alone, before you actually met Bella? How did that loneliness become bareable?

It felt like I was wandering in the never ending night of solitude. But luckily I couldn't compare it to anything different. I had always been lonely. Always. It was bearable because I had my family with me and my music. I don't know how I could have managed without them, really.

Thanks for your guestions!

Edward

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In My Sky At Twilight

I just noticed I have recieved many questions. Thank you, I will answer them soon as possible. Meanwhile, here is one poem I love. I'm sure you know to whom I'll dedicate it...

In My Sky At Twilight


In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.

- Pablo Neruda