The carrots are cooked.
My name is Philippe Petit. I’m a wire walker.
It’s impossible. But I’ll do it.
If you lose your concentration, you lose your balance.
There’s stairs going up. Go back to the hotel. If I’m not back in five hours, look for me at the police station.
People ask me, why do you risk death? For me this is life.
I would never invade the space of another artist.
I would find myself there, looking at the void to see how the thought comes back, how the feeling returns. Because it was… it was a beautiful day.
I had finished my crossing, the coup was over. But then I looked over at the South Tower and it was still calling to me. So I’m thinking, maybe I should get back on my wire.
I don’t believe in getting a permit. But no matter where I was going or what I was doing, I was always searching, looking for the perfect place to hang my wire.