How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?
Choose a love and work to make it true, and somehow, something will happen, something you couldn’t plan, will come along to move like to like, to set you loose, to set you on the way to your next brick wall.
When we put up with any situation we don’t have to put up with, it’s not because we’re dumb. We put up with it, because we want the lesson only that situation can teach, and we want it more than freedom myself.
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.
Respect for sovereignity, for privacy, for total independence. Gentle alliances against loneliness, they were, cool rational love-affairs without the love.
The world’s crazy, when it comes to beauty.
Whatever We Hold in Thought Comes True in Our Experience; Like Attracts Like; we experiment with the Law of Changing Appearances, to make our outer world reflect our inner.
With every choice you risk the life you would have had; with every decision, you lose it.
We know nothing until intuition agrees.
The only way to avoid all frightening choices is to leave society and become a hermit, and that is a frightening choice.
Without my airplane I am an ordinary man, and a useless one – a trainer without a horse, a sculptor without marble, a priest without a god. Without an airplane I am a lonely consumer of hamburgers...
Sooner I’d try to change history than turn political, than try convincing others to write letters or to vote or to march or to do something they didn’t already feel like doing.
I’ve learned that it is what I do not know that I fear, and I strive, outwardly from pride, inwardly from the knowledge that the unknown is what will finally kill me, to know all there is to be known about my airplane. I will never die.
How can we resent the life we’ve created for ourselves? Who’s to blame, who’s to credit, but us? Who can change it, any time we wish, but us?
Fail at love, and the other tests don’t matter.
Two things I do value a lot, intimacy and the capacity for joy, didn’t seem to be on anyone else s list. I felt like the stranger in a strange land, and decided I’d better not marry the natives.
Every step in every proud life is a run from safety to the dark, and the only thing to trust is what we think is true.
Whatever enchants also guides and protects.
That she won the game startled me cold. The way she won, the pattern of her thought on the chessboard, charmed me warm again and then some.
It’s easy to live the expected and conventional. It’s when you live the unexpected that you start having fun with your life.