people talk about 'sex' as though it hopped about by itself, like a frog!

Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air. There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.

We are always bargaining with our feelings so that we can live from day to day.

And if flying, like a glass-bottomed bucket, can give you that vision, that seeing eye, which peers down on the still world below the choppy waves - it will always remain magic.