Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.

There is something else I am after, out here in the wild. I am searching for an even more elusive prey . . . something that can only be found through the help of wilderness. I am looking for my heart.

He is the playfulness of creation, scandal and utter goodness, the generosity of the ocean and the ferocity of a thunderstorm; he is cunning as a snake and gentle as a whisper; the gladness of sunshine and the humility of a thirty-mile walk by foot on a dirt road.

Instead of asking, 'What should a woman do—what is her role?' it would be far more helpful to ask, 'What is a woman—what is her design?' and, 'Why did God place Woman in our midst?

Deep in his heart, every man longs for a battle to fight, an adventure to live, and a beauty to rescue.

Am I really a man? Have I got what it takeswhen it counts?