Have you ever felt so at one with the world, with the universe, with everything that is, that you were overcome with love? That is reality. That is the truth. What we make of it is up to us, as the painting of the sunrise is up to the artist. In our world humanity has strayed from that love. It lives hatred and power struggles and manipulations of the earth itself for its own narrow reasons. Continue and no one will see the sunrise. The sunrise will always exist, of course, but people on earth will know nothing of it and finally even stories of its beauty will fade from our knowing.

My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.

Before you'll change, something important must be at risk.

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

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

Mistakes - call them unexpected learning experiences.

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.