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.

Like everything else, Fletcher. Practice.

How can a deer tell when a leaf falls silent in the forest? She hears it breathing differently.

You don't tell the quality of a master by the size of his crowds.

Anyone desperate enough for suicide... should be desperate enough to go to creative extremes to solve problems: elope at midnight, stow away on the boat to New Zealand and start over, do what they always wanted to do but were afraid to try.

Did you ever feel that you were missing someone you had never met?

The man who flies an airplane ... must believe in the unseen.