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

The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.” “No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

You don't tell the quality of a master by the size of his crowds.

Part of us is always the observer, and no matter what, it observes. It watches us. It does not care if we are happy or unhappy, if we are sick or well, if we live or die. It’s only job is to sit there on our shoulder and pass judgment on whether we are worthwhile human beings.

We love action and adventure, but we use it to go out and start wars and kill people.

If it's never our fault, we can't take responsibility for it. If we can't take responsibility for it, we'll always be its victim.

True love stories never have endings.