The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
We have so much pride in welcoming these passengers onto the plane and they have so much pride in travel. It's something that I definitely always remember when I'm playing a scene on the plane just to imbue everything with that sense of excitement.
