Quotes by Richard Bach
... I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam.
Bach, Richard
In the United States, Christmas has become the rape of an idea.
Bach, Richard
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
Bach, Richard
Civilization... wrecks the planet from seafloor to stratosphere.
Bach, Richard