The merest attempt at estimating, the slightest unconscious recording is shrugged off as an absurd association with some never-to-be-realized dream . . . as an exercise in futility . . . I manage to whisper my first thought (whisper, so the demons won’t hear): “I know it’s impossible. But I know I’ll do it.” At that instant, the towers become “my towers.” Once on the street, a new thought: Impossible, yes, so let’s get to work. —from Man on Wire, a must-read diary of tightrope walker Philippe Petit’s conquest of the World Trade Center
