First you fall in love with Antarctica, and then it breaks your heart.

An excess of reason is itself a form of madness

You can't choose your childhood, it's just what happens to you. But after that you choose. And that's really what (makes you).

First you fall in love with Antarctica, and then it breaks your heart.

It makes us a thread in a tapestry that has unrolled for centuries before us, and will unroll for centuries after us. We're midway through the loom, that's the present, and what we do casts the thread in a particular direction, and the picture of the tapestry changes accordingly. When we begin to to try to make a picture pleasing to us and to those who come after, then perhaps you can say that we have seized history.

When Reinhold Messner returned from the first solo climb of Everest, he was severely dehydrated, and utterly exhausted; he fell down most of the last part of the descent, and collapsed on the Rongbuk glacier, and he was crawling over it on hands and knees when the woman who was his entire support team reached him; and he looked up at her out of a delirium, and said, “Where are all my friends?

Desire is life trying to continue to be life. All living things desire... Life is wanting.