How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.

No American can understand the need for time -- that is, simply space to breathe. If you have ten minutes to spare you should jam that full instead of leaving it -- as space around your next ten minutes. How can anything ripen without those 'empty' ten minutes?

I think best with a pencil in my hand.

Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.

life itself is always pulling you away from the understanding of life.

Guys kick friendship all over just like a soccer, nonetheless it does not appear to crack. Girls deal with it like glass and it goes to items.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?