James Salter Quotes

I love flying.

You've never lived till you've flown!

I would actually love to fly. I think that that would be probably the most exhilarating feeling, and as close as you can get to true freedom.

Flying is such a joy. You just want to hoot.

I'd like to fly.

I've always been a good flier. I love the whole experience.

Flying is like the ultimate superpower; it's just, like, the coolest thing.

I love flying around the world doing what I do - that keeps me so busy.

Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.

One of the things that make motorcycling so great is because it never fails to give you a feeling of freedom and adventure.

Flying as Bob, there was always stress involved.

When you are travelling, there's romance, and there's music.

People who learn to windsurf, they're in it for life. It never gets boring. It's always different, amazing, exciting. It's such a wonderful feeling when you're ripping through the waves, feeling weightless.

The idea of running away and getting married excites me.

Skiing fast feels like complete freedom to me.

My first kiss was actually in a graveyard.

Life has been a really big whirlwind, but it's been a lot of fun. I travel so much, and I'm constantly doing things that I love, but it's just me.

I remember the first time that I flew on an airplane overseas, it was about when I was seven; it was 1969.

I think superheroes are about flying. They're not about moping.

Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.

The world's a rollercoaster and I am not strapped in. Maybe I should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air.

I would fly around a lot. I would fly around the world.

Okay, so, flying,” I started, taking a deep breath and focusing on the thing I loved most in the world. “Flying is … great. It feels great when you’re doing it. It’s fun. Pure freedom. There’s nothing better.” Dylan smiled, a slow, easy smile that seemed to light up his whole face. “So the first thing we’re going to do,” I told him, “is push you off the roof.

When the rhythm and night ride, no heart can hide.

Damn everything but the circus! ...damn everything that is grim, dull, motionless, unrisking, inward turning, damn everything that won't get into the circle, that won't enjoy. That won't throw it's heart into the tension, surprise, fear and delight of the circus, the round world, the full existence.