Nothing Feeds The Center Of Being So

The Fundamental Magic Of Flying, A Miracle That Has Nothing To Do With Any Of Its Practical Purposes - Purposes Of Speed, Accessibility, And Convenience - And Will Not Change As They Change.

Fame Is A Kind Of Death Because It Arrests Life Around The Person In The Public Eye. If One Is Recognized Everywhere, One Begins To Feel Like Medusa. People Stop Their Normal Life And Actions And Freeze Into Staring Manikins. "we Can Never Catch People Or Life Unawares," As I Wrote To My Mother, In An Outburst Of Frustration. "it Is Always Looking At Us."

Rivers Perhaps Are The Only Physical Features Of The World That Are At Their Best From The Air.

If You Surrender Completely To The Moments As They Pass, You Live More Richly Those Moments.

We Are Always Bargaining With Our Feelings So That We Can Live From Day To Day.