Sam's smile was a reflection of his own smile, which brightened his own smile. It was like his smile was contagious for her, and hers was contagious for him. He wanted to keep it, bottle it up, this feeling he felt. It felt like he could breathe again. He hadn't realized how constricted his breathing had gotten over the last couple of weeks, that the relief of drawing a full breath was heady.

"I watched the notebook once," Solomon said. "I strongly suggest we try something else, because it is not... not a happy story, not a good romance, good things just do not happen. And the titanic, I suggest we try something different from that too."