Whenever other worlds invite us, whenever we are balancing on the boundaries of our limited human condition, that’s where life starts, that’s where you start feeling yourself living.

I don't have a career, I have a life. Don't think of a career, think about your passion and look for inspiration.

It's impossible, that's for sure. So let's start working.

You must not fall. / When you lose your balance, resist for a long time before turning yourself toward the earth. Then jump. / You must not force yourself to stay steady. You must move forward.

Limits exist only in the souls of those who do not dream.

I focus, I invent, I transform, I challenge, I attempt, I observe, I perform.

Passion is the model of all my actions.

When you are a young person, the world is yours. You can do the impossible.

I know it's impossible. But I know I'll do it!

Why does almost every ad agency in the world set the time on a watch at 10:10 before photographing it?

Death frames the high wire. But I don’t see myself as taking risks. I do all of the preparations that a non-death seeker would do.

I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

Think deeply about things. Don’t just go along because that’s the way things are or that’s what your friends say. Consider the effects, consider the alternatives, but most importantly, just think.

It's important for someone who could play the game - and win - to say: 'the game isn't worth shit.

Language is an inadequate form of communication. If you've picked up an instrument, it's because you don't feel you are communicating sufficiently.

Every day is intense and alive, whether it's travel, work, even down time, which there is so little of.

Guns are part of the American psyche, aren't they? This is collateral damage for having a Wild West mentality. It's intrinsic to the American psyche. It's never going to change.

No ends, simply means.

Everything is the same spirit watching itself through the eyes of different observers.

The cat lives alone, has no need of society, obeys only when she pleases, pretends to sleep that she may see more clearly, and scratches everything on which she can lay her paw.

Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.