One of the many Buddy Holly biographies I ordered from Amazon.
“I had a brother. He died,”
“How we danced!”
“Come on chaps,” he said huskily. “Let’s aviate!”
“…I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn’t have met, and who didn’t like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.”
“For with freedom comes responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended,”