Common sense is no match for the voice of God.

I never studied writing, but I'd always been a reader and had a secret fantasy about being a writer.

I was dimly aware that I might be getting in over my head. But that only added to the scheme’s appeal. That it wouldn’t be easy was the whole point.

He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.

Once you believe that God is speaking directly to you, there is no discussion.

But now that I was finally here, standing on the summit of Mount Everest, I just couldn't summon the energy to care.

But somethings in life are more important than being happy. Like being free to think for yourself.