Like Everything Else, Fletcher. Practice.

My Airplane Is Quiet, And For A Moment Still An Alien, Still A Stranger To The Ground, I Am Home.

All We See Of Someone At Any Moment Is A Snapshot Of Their Life, There In Riches Or Poverty, In Joy Or Despair. Snapshots Don't Show The Million Decisions That Led To That Moment.

Nothing Good Is A Miracle, Nothing Lovely Is A Dream.

A Professional Writer Is An Amateur Who Didn't Quit.

The World's Crazy, When It Comes To Beauty.