Heaven, for me, is one focused project - it's like a weird form of autism.

Military investigations are designed not to find anyone guilty.

The endless, agonizing recycling of what might have been, soon followed by a litany of rationalizations and self-deceptions as you struggle to reconcile the void between the person you want to be and the person you fear you are.

Everest has always been a magnet for kooks, publicity seekers, hopeless romantics and others with a shaky hold on reality.

If you want a blank spot on the map, you gotta leave the map behind.

It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty.

When I start any book, I have no idea what I'm going to do.