He moves not through distance, but through the ranges of satisfaction that come from hauling himself up into the air with complete and utter control; from knowing himself and knowing his airplane so well that he can come somewhere close to touching, in his own special and solitary way, that thing that is called perfection.

The highest art form of all is a human being in control of himself and his airplane in flight, urging the spirit of a machine to match his own.

There’s no disaster that can’t become a blessing, and no blessing that can’t become a disaster.

Perspective - Use It or Lose It.

Any powerful idea is absolutely fascinating and absolutely useless until we choose to use it.

Passionately obsessed by anything we love - an avalanche of magic flattens the way ahead, levels, rules, reasons, dissents, bears us with it over chasms, fears, doubts. Without the power of that love.

And like no other sculpture in the history of art, the dead engine and dead airframe come to life at the touch of a human hand, and join their life with the pilot's own.