Link Wray Quotes

Anyone who has ever stopped to watch a hawk in flight will know that this is one of the natural world's most elegant phenomena.

I am a Hawk!

I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

First I shall name the eagle, of which there are three species: the great grey eagle is the largest, of great strength and high flight; he chiefly preys on fawns and other young quadrupeds.

Birds have wings; they're free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

Baby eagles can never soar under their family's wing.

If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.

Eagles come in all shapes and sizes, but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.

If I were an animal, I would be an eagle.

The Golden Eagle, which has universally been considered as a bird of most extraordinary powers of flight, is in my estimation little more than a sluggard, though its wings are long and ample.

I love the way ravens fly; they are the most acrobatic and daring birds.

I like to be a tiger roaming the jungle or an eagle soaring the skies.

I'm the Eagle: I can fly.

I decided I wasn't going to come down. I was going to fly. I was going to stay up in the air forever.

To die alone, on rock under sun at the brink of the unknown, like a wolf, like a great bird, seems to me very good fortune indeed.

You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly.

And alone and without his nest shall the Eagle fly across the sun.

You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.

The cat will keep his side of the bargain. He will kill mice, and he will be kind to babies when he is in the house, just so long as they do not pull his tail too hard. But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up on the Wet Wild trees or on the Wet Wild roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.

We need wilderness because we are wild animals. Everyone needs a place where he can go to go crazy in peace. For the terror, freedom, and delirium. Because we need brutality and raw adventure, because men and women first learned to love in, under, and all around trees, because we need for every pair of feet and legs about ten leagues of naked nature, crags to leap from, mountains to measure by, deserts to finally die in when the heart fails.

He'll be coming and going" he had said. "One day you'll see him and another you won't. He doesn't like being tied down--and of course he has other countries to attend to. It's quite all right. He'll often drop in. Only you mustn't press him. He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.

If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.