This is closest we'll ever be. This is our escape. Our secret closet, our letter of invitation to Hogwarts, our death-star run. After this we're back to the real world, and from there the hill slopes down and only stops at six feet under.

But—but in falling, we fly, don’t we? We fly vertically. That’s the paradox of vertical flight. Falling is the only way we can fly.

Insanity is a disease, and it is highly contagious.

We've eaten, but he looks hungry, and experience tells me that crazy takes a lot of calories to sustain.