“If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or,"I've had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore . . ." Well, that's nonsense. You're going to miss life. You've got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.”

“You've got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.”

“Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.”

“First you jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.”

“Stand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.”

“Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.”

“I was never young. Whoever I was then is dead. That's more of your quills. I don't want a hide full, thanks. I have always figured that you die each day and and each day is a is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you have died a couple thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.”