“The words from The Microlight Pilot’s Handbook hammered in my temples. ‘It is better to be on the ground wishing to God you were in the air, than in the air wishing to God you were on the ground.”

“You wanted to look at life for yourself - but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional!”

“Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.”

“Don't wish it were easier. Wish you were better.”

“Never wish life were easier, wish that you were better.”

“I yelled, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow me – or better yet, my parents.”