We thought humble and proud at the same time, all at once in love again with this painful bittersweet lovely thing called flight.

Numbers are limits, and perfection doesn't have limits.

Live enough of what you've always dreamed of doing, and there's no room left for feeling bad.

When you're flying, an airplane doesn't care who you are; it doesn't care how much money you make or don't make. All it cares about is: How well do you fly? How well do you know the airplane? How well do you know the sky?

All we see of someone at any moment is a snapshot of their life, there in riches or poverty, in joy or despair. Snapshots don't show the million decisions that led to that moment.

The one thing we fear most is the one thing that is not possible: We cannot die, we cannot be destroyed.

Judge not by the form of the messenger, but the form of the message.