There's this wonderful and very important event when we're born, and we forget everything that's gone before, or else we'd be such a mass of rememberings that we couldn't operate successfully on this planet.

You'd chosen to be an upright biped on the surface of a small planet of a minor sun on the edge of a minor galaxy of one of the multiple trillions of universes. That's OK. It doesn't matter what form you take.

Do you ever have the feeling you're a tourist on earth?

There are grand rewards for those who pick the high hard roads, but those rewards are hidden by years.

There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts.

What matters is how I use what I know, every minute of every day; how I use it to remember, in the midst of the game.

What I love doing is basically two things: I love flying airplanes and I love communication.