Why fly? Simple. I'm not happy unless there's some room between me and the ground.

Money is a great isolator. In fact, we don't even need to have money or make money, we only need to be perceived as having money to be isolated in the strangest ways from most of the community around us. It reaches the point where a person with money spends a great deal of time reacting to people who are reacting to the money.

I have a way of finding what is true for me, and it’s not finished yet.

Why? What is so wonderful about mass murder that nobody in the history of the world has ever fond any smarter solution to problems than killing everybody who doesn’t agree? Is that the limit of human intelligence?

Fear is all the fear of some loss: "I'm going to lose something." If we declare, and if we know in our hearts, "I already have everything that I need: I have life, I have creativity, I have joy, I have nourishment. I have everything I need," and if we just say, "It doesn't depend on my having a physical body to do it," then everything opens up.

How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?

The highest art form of all is a human being in control of himself and his airplane in flight, urging the spirit of a machine to match his own.