There is a kind of silver spiderweb that's spun around the world, and the strands of that web are certain loves and certain understandings. And if we follow those, and if we walk those strands, we're going to meet others at the intersections who have been walking the same way across this web. And when we meet, there's a kind of "I know who you are."

Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life forms, and they call you crazy.

Some choices we live not only once but a thousand times over, remembering them for the rest of our lives.

Life does not listen to your logic; it goes on its own way, undisturbed. You have to listen to life.

Nothing happens by chance, my friend... No such thing as luck. A meaning behind every little thing, and such a meaning behind this. Part for you, part for me, may not see it all real clear right now, but we will, before long.

What would our lives be like without tests, odds against us, adventure, risk?

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