She had a body that even I coveted in a strictly Platonic sense.

By the time I could see again, the captain had announced the final descent into Seattle. Couldn’t they find a less ominous phrase for it? I don’t like flying as it is, even without the implication that before landing I might want to have all my worldly and spiritual affairs in order.

Thank God genuine video phones hadn’t been invented. I hadn’t even grabbed a towel. Ford Prefect would despair of me.

Don’t be sorry. Be good. Be right. Be a hero.

One forgets the fear of heights when one cannot fall.

He fell ass over tea Kettle.

He lets me fly.

I’m not a goddamned faith healer! I don’t talk to God! I’m a mechanic and her goddamned engine was broken! – Joanne.

Music, unleashed, can uplift and create and destroy, stripping away pretenses and leaving raw, exposed vulnerability behind.

I'm not a goddamned faith healer! I don't talk to God! I'm a mechanic and her goddamned engine was broken!--Joanne