If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

He thought of her often, and he missed the companionship they'd once shared and the friendship that had been the bedrock of their marriage at its best.

Do you ever wonder why things have to turn out the way they do?

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

I'm a novelist at heart. My sole intention is to write the best novel possible. I don't think about the film potential at all.

When a person sets a thing in motion, there's a feeling of unease, almost regret, until you learn the truth.

and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her.