“You're flying Buzz! No Woody we're falling in style!”
“Time flies when you're falling down"...(not from a book, it's a lyric)”
“This is epic monument-style shit we're in.”
“We're practical and sensible but we're also dreamers. Don't forget that part of you. There's nothing wrong with being sensible, but dreams are what make you fly. And you're destined to touch the sky.”
“I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them...”
“The flies buzzed in answer above the dirty water standing in the washbasin, in which floated a solitary black hair. It, too, was like life-- and as meaningless.”