I've seen men like you in Doris Day films, but I never thought they existed in real life...The men who can't commit, who can't say 'I love you' even when they want to, who start to cough and sputter and change the subject. But here you are. A living, breathing specimen. Incredible.

Every time people force themselves to carry on with a book they're not enjoying, they reinforce the idea that reading is a duty.

If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.

Everyone disliked their partners at some time or another, she knew that. But she’d spent her hours in the dark wondering whether she’d ever liked him. Would it really have been so much worse to spend those years alone? Why did there have to be someone else in the room while she was eating, watching TV, sleeping?

You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, 'Oh yes, I remember how that feels.' But you can't.

I love the detail about the workings of the human heart and mind that only fiction can provide - film can't get in close enough.

The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point.