There were no route maps posted on the walls, but a Wonderland-style sign commanding, 'If you know where you are, then please tell others.

Please come back soon. The window is always open.

You can come back to friendship. You can let it drop, for five years or ten years, and come back to it.

If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.

Must stop. This ink is amazing, it really doesn't smear, even when you cry on it

He just put his hand through the bulkhead, exactly as she'd done, and squeezed my shoulder. He has very strong fingers. And he kept his hand there the whole way home, even when he was reading the map and giving me headings. So I am not flying alone now after all.

You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die.