“In people like us, the craving is as strong as the craving for food or water, the yearning for touch or light or love. I was looking for something – a diversion, an occupation, an unwavering force – that would elevate me, that would lift me out of the melancholy dissection of my own interior geography that otherwise would have consumed me pitilessly, as it had my father. I wanted to fly above myself – if only for a few hours – and look down in tranquility upon my life.”
