"[I]f an American jumps out of an airplane, you can't sell him a parachute until after he hits the ground.
...the same place that filled me with joy is a road I crossed, just a road I crossed
...They will see us waving from such great heights—“come down now” they’ll say. But everything looks perfect from far away… “Come down now”—but we’ll stay.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map