“I’m an idiot for thinking that one performance would change anything.Maybe I should stop writing songs and start writing fiction.”

“There was only one thing I could do to ease the pain. I turned to the only four guys who'd never let me down. The only four guys who'd never broken my heart, who'd never disappointed me. John, Paul, George, and Ringo. Anybody who has ever clung to a song like a musical life raft will understand. Or put on a song to bring out an emotion or a memory. Or had a soundtrack playing in their head to drown out a conversation or a scene.”

“So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.”

“So Elizabeth, dare we take the dance floor again in hopes of repeating that splendid performance given by Lydia?”

“I know, but it's just one night and I really think it's silly to spend thousands of dollars on a dress you only wear once.”

“I can’t wait to see what I can do, now that I’m no longer standing in my own way.”

“I wouldn’t change a thingBecause all those things led me tothis placeAnd to you”