I take the paraglider to the mountain or I roll Daisy out of her hangar and I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam.

It's like a pulsar inside me. There is this great burst of energy, forcing me to write, and then the star goes quiet for a time, and I think it's gone, but it's gathering energy for another burst. And I seem to be almost unwilling participants in this.

One of the delights of the new age is that it's a turning of consciousness to give us permission to look beyond appearances. But there are traps that come with it. It's brave to throw off the old altars and churches and ceremonies that kept us from discovery, it's not so brave to replace them with chants and rituals and new priests who are retreads of the old.

He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all

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.

Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself.

Look in the mirror and one thing is sure: what we see is not who we are.