Hate is love without enough data.

Your harshest truths are dreams, and your gentlest dreams are true.

Hate is love without enough data.

I've learned that it is what I do not know that I fear, and I strive, outwardly from pride, inwardly from the knowledge that the unknown is what will finally kill me, to know all there is to be known about my airplane. I will never die.

If perfection is stagnation, then Heaven is a swamp.

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

We design our lives through the power of choices.