Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life forms, and they call you crazy.

Why fly? Simple. I'm not happy unless there's some room between me and the ground.

There is something that is transcendental about when we are immersed in that which we most love.

If we want to end this lifetime higher than we began, we can expect an uphill road.

What I love doing is basically two things: I love flying airplanes and I love communication.

Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.

Respect for sovereignity, for privacy, for total independence. Gentle alliances against loneliness, they were, cool rational love-affairs without the love.