I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.

Fame is a kind of death because it arrests life around the person in the public eye.

It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.

Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward for strength. In a sense, she has always been the pioneer.

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.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

Splutter, splutter. Yes - we're off - we're rising. But why start off with an engine like that? But it smooths out now, like a long sigh, like a person breathing easily, freely. Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring - sustained note of power and joy. We turn from the lights of the city; we pivot on a dark wing; we roar over the earth. The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it!