There are still things out there in the universe to contemplate and spend our lives chasing.

There are still things out there in the universe to contemplate and spend our lives chasing.

I'm pretty much of the Shakespearean school. Dialogue is character. How we speak is who we are.

I wasn't in a position that some other memoirists are, dealing with families who fed them meth, or kidnapped them, or did something that would make the writer not want to see that family again. I wanted to see my family. I wanted to celebrate them. I was proud of who we were, in the wilderness, floating down rapids or hiking over glaciers, and everywhere else.

I've managed to create intimacy with people I know, and people that I don't know. The longer things stay inside of us, the more we think they are black or tainted, but they're really not.

Most dreams are also part reality (otherwise we wouldn’t believe them), and reality happens to be a condition that gives you plenty of chances through your life to rise to - no, soar through - the occasion.

I don't think many kids question their surroundings. Everything seems so permanent and inevitable growing up, even chaos.