Jerry Goldsmith, “Ilia’s Theme”

Because in the dark and the chill of a New York City night I can feel my heart soar. I’m carried away on the wind to a thousand different worlds, my mind drifting to imagined places and impossible ideas. There is comfort in your own creation, in turning the world into a brand new place with a single thought. It links you back to a time when you thought anything was possible, and for a few minutes you reclaim that.

Your body is prostrate on the mattress, but you’re nowhere near it. You’re off and dreaming. Bring me back a souvenir from the new planet you conquer or the new civilization you discover or the new time you visit. Goodbye, good luck, and good night.