It had never gotten old for him, flying. Never gone boring. Every engine start was a new adventure, guiding the spirit of a lovely machine back into life; every takeoff blending his spirit with its own to do what's never been done in history, to lift away from the ground and fly.
I'm a writer as rarely as possible, when forced by an idea too lovely to let die unwritten
We thought humble and proud at the same time, all at once in love again with this painful bittersweet lovely thing called flight.
Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.