You don't feel the need to talk all the time, do you," she said. He smiled. "No." "Most people don't know how to appreciate silence. They can't help talking." "I talk, I just want to have something to say first.

You can't see the forest for the trees.

He was from a different class, too poor, and they would never approve if their daughter became serious with someone like him.

All he knew was that they fit somehow, and that he felt as if he spent most of his life traveling a path that led inexorably to her.

I'm writing a new love story, set in eastern North Carolina. Surprise, surprise, huh?

If it makes you feel better, I promise to forget.

I gave you the best of me.