As new dawns go, this one is depressingly like the old dawn.

Everything was fine, and she had the rare, new sensation of being exactly where she wanted to be.

Sorry' he said. 'No, I'm sorry.' 'What are you sorry for?' 'Rattling on like a mad old cow. I'm sorry, I'm tired, bad day, and I'm sorry for being so...boring.' 'You're not that boring.' 'I am, Dex. God, I swear I bore myself.' 'Well, you don't bore me.' He took her hand in his. 'You could never bore me. You're one in a million, Em.

…and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

An adaptation leads the cinema-goer to the original to find out what they're missing and if they already know the book, it can still illuminate a theme, a character, an idea.

Salmon. Salmon, salmon, salmon, salmon. I eat so much salmon at these weddings, twice a year I get this urge to swim upstream.

And you stupid, stupid woman, stupid for caring, stupid for thinking that he cared.