“Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i'd rather have Harley's colors.”
“I'd rather be a 'could-be' if I cannot be an 'are' because a 'could-be' is a 'maybe' who is reaching for a star. I'd rather be a 'has-been' than a 'might-have-been' by far; for a 'might-have-been' has never been, but a 'has' was once an 'are.”
“I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are; because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star. I'd rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far; for a might have-been has never been, but a has was once an are.”
“It’s a Harley Night Rod. She’s the love of my life, so don’t scratch the paint when you get on.”
“And I look at Harley, and the billions of stars are in his eyes, and he's drinking them up, pouring them into his soul.”
“Harley-Davidson," she said. "Sweet.”