Nobody who gets too damned relaxed builds up much flying time.

I want a boat that drinks 6, eats 4, and sleeps 2.

Flying is hypnotic and all pilots are victims to the spell. Their world is like a magic island in which the factors of life and death assume their proper values. Thinking becomes clear because there are no earthly foibles or embellishments to confuse it.

MaCleod, since you've flown the SeaBee a lot you'll understand when I say it was the only airplane I ever owned that you could put in a dive, loose a cylinder and stall out!

Nobody who gets too damned relaxed builds up much flying time.

Anyone can do the job when things are going right. In this business we play for keeps.

It's remarkable how quickly a good and favorable wind can sweep away the maddening frustrations of shore living.