The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you for favors, for wind and light. But now, we are free. We are up! We are off! Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring- a sustained note of power and joy.
Anne Morrow LindberghFame is a kind of death because it arrests life around the person in the public eye.
Anne Morrow LindberghOne learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh