“The stars were thinning out; the glare of the Milky Way was dimming into a pale ghost of the glory he had known—and, when he was ready, would know again. He was back, precisely where he wished to be, in the space that men called real.”
″ ‘What’s all the fuss? I’m Mickey the pilot! I get milk the Mickey way!’ And he grabbed the cup as he flew up and up and up and over the top of the milky way in the night kitchen.”
″...The pilgrims follow the sun in the day, from East to West and follow the Milky Way in the night. They see the sunrise in the mornings and go after the sun towards the West walking through pure, golden fields or crossing colorful mountains.”