We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.

The backside of a mountain is a fight against human nature. You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.

Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.

Secrets tear you apart.

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.