QUOTE : Edward didn’t write any songs. For a long time he<br />didn’t do anything. He looked at her, of course. He didn’t<br />mind looking at her when she passed; looking brought its<br />own special excitement with it. It was as if she brought her<br />own light with her, because wherever she went, she<br />glowed. Who could explain that?<br />Edward liked to catch that glow once and a while.