I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

When you kill somebody's little sister with a missile, he's going to hate you forever. And the next generation will hate you even more.

Any time you're making a living at what you love to do, you're blessed.

Where the sky begins, the horizon ends, despite the best intentions.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free