Painfully long months have gone by, but your memories still make me wanna fly. I miss you.
If you’re really a mean person, you’re going to come back as a fly and eat poop.
What good are wings without the courage to fly?
True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.
Don’t ask her to be a rock for you to lean upon instead, build her wings and point her to the sky and she will teach you both to fly.
I started flying because I had a fear of it early on. I figured if I learned to fly, I would understand better what was happening and started taking lessons in the late 1950’s, once I had made some money on tour.