If you don't take it, I'm going to throw it away," Alex cheerfully retorted. "I don't want to know what time it is. I don't want to know what day it is or where I am. None of that matters.

When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God’s light shines through you.

There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.

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.

I think part of the appeal of Antarctica is experiencing some sort of power, the forces of the natural world.

Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon.

Getting to the top of any given mountain was considered much less important than how one got there: prestige was earned by tackling the most unforgiving routes with minimal equipment, in the boldest style imaginable.