The final sentence.

What's to say we couldn't get through the others?

Zada tucked her head onto Daphne's shoulder, and they sat there together in the dark as the light went up and the story began.

Refuse unflinchingly to be embarrassed, and in exchange you get the second star to the right, and straight on till morning.

At a cruising altitude of thirty-four-thousand feet somewhere over Oregon, we're exactly where we're supposed to be.

I will remember how to swim.

And the last thing they heard was a faint scream: “Next week?”

I love her.

To each other.

'It's going to be a good night.'

We meet and my wings spread wide w i d e w i d e his heart mine too fly fly fly to that place where the sky meets the sea.

Soon sounds nice.

“Did you ever spend time with Napoleon?”

'First, let's make some magic of our own.'

Through comedy I healed my pain, and found a way to be my authentic self: an Indian woman, made in America.

But as the first scene of a film written and directed by Sasha Sinclair flickered to life on the screen, she knew it was only the beginning.

'It's a start.'

And then we both step through.