I'd say the biggest relationship is the repetition of certain themes. I don't want to say "topics," but certain points of interest.

You are perfectly entitled to invent your life and to claim that it's true.

You lived and died alone, especially in fighters. Fighters. Somehow, despite everything, that word had not become sterile. You slipped into the hollow cockpit and strapped and plugged yourself into the machine. The canopy ground shut and sealed you off. Your oxygen, your very breath, you carried into the chilled vacuum, in a steel bottle.

You’re so American. You believe everything is possible, everything will come. I know differently.

It's just that it's hard to believe in greatness.

Love must wait; it must break one’s bones.

Sometimes you are aware when your great moments are happening, and sometimes they rise from the past. Perhaps it's the same with people.