Not the first time. I didn’t think my heart could stand it. But the airplane is a wonderful thing. You are still in one place when you arrive at the other. The airplane is faster than the heart. You arrive quickly and you leave quickly. You don’t grieve too much. And there is something else about the airplane. You can go back many times to the same place. And something strange happens if you go back often enough. You stop grieving for the past. You see that the past is something in your mind alone, that it doesn’t exist in real life. You trample on the past, you crush it. In the beginning it is like trampling on a garden. In the end you are just walking on ground. That is the way we have to learn to live now. The past is here.” He touched his heart. “It isn’t there.” And he pointed at the dusty road. I

The feeling I have when I get up there in the airplane is unlike anything else,"

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad that I had my flight

"Please relax," said the voice pleasantly, like a stewardess in an airliner with only one wing and two engines one of which is on fire, "you are perfectly safe."

The loneliness of flight is not entirely overwhelmed by cabin movies, the drinks, the Gemütlichkeit of shoulder-to-shoulder life.

I have arrived, I am home In the here, in the now I am solid, I am free In the ultimate I dwell

I wanted to kind of make sure that people know that I'm here to stay, because this is home, and I am born here — I'm not a foreigner in that sense.

There is peace in being a stranger.

Having as little to do with human beings as possible - in some weird way, I'm at peace.

I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home — my only home.

And I've been to darker places
That I never thought I'd go
And I've learned lots of lessons
I can say I'm finally home.

It’s just been nice for me to settle in one place. I have been on the go for so long. It's nice to have a place to call home.

You know that feeling when you haven’t been back in Singapore for a while? You touch down at our beautiful airport and then are hit by the humidity the minute you step out onto the street. That’s home.

Because you were once at home somewhere, you are never an alien anywhere.