“Whatever steps we take, they’re necessary to reach the places we’ve chosen to go.”

True love stories never have endings.

Get this in mind early: We never grow up.

I want to be very close to someone I respect and admire and have somebody who feels the same way about me.

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.

You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it, however.

Until you make room in your life for someone as important to you as yourself, you will always be searching and lost.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.

Learning is finding out what you already know.

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.

The simplest things are often the truest.

There’s a spirit in anything, I think, into which we weave our soul. Not many pilots talk about it, but they think about it in the quiet dark of a night flight.

To bring anything into your life, imagine that it’s already there.

Allow the world to live as it chooses, and allow yourself to live as you choose.

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you’re alive, it isn’t.

Rarely do members of the same family grow up under the same roof.

I’ve owned 41 airplanes. A few of them would talk with me. This little seaplane, though, we’ve had long conversations in flight.

A writers job is to destroy and then to build the thing back up again by a chosen means.

Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.

Fanaticism comes from any form of chosen blindness accompanying the pursuit of a single dogma.

Well, you know, in the fundamentalist milieu of the Afrikaners, there was a sense that they were a chosen people, that they were bringing civilization to the blacks.

But it may be that the way of life that he has chosen for himself and the peculiar strength and sweetness of his character may have an ever-growing influence over his fellow men so that, long after his death perhaps, it may be realized that there lived in this age a very remarkable creature.

If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

The NBA’s chosen ones think I’m setting a bad example? I think they need to look around and stop taking themselves so seriously.

War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.