I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.

Bring on the shackles - I'm your prisoner

No measure of time with you will be long enough, but we'll start with forever.

He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. "Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

Jasper? What do vampires do for bachelor parties? You're not taking him to a strip club, are you?

Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.