We are a sensational team.

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.

He just put his hand through the bulkhead, exactly as she'd done, and squeezed my shoulder. He has very strong fingers. And he kept his hand there the whole way home, even when he was reading the map and giving me headings. So I am not flying alone now after all.

There is only one reason I did not go down in flames over the Angers, and that is because I knew I had Julie in the back. Would never have had the presence of mind to put that fire out if I hadn't been trying to save her life.

A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

Fight with realistic hope, not to destroy all the world's wrong, but to renew its good.

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.