I just have a dream mountain under the eyelids, this is my breath, my life.

The mountains are exceptional places for, as the natural environment is concerned, they are the concentration of the wildest possible variety of all natural phenomena and forms. They are somehow a concentration of the truth of nature or even I'd say its essence.

Whenever a climber leaves the known paths, he enters an area without rules or routines... The only advice comes from deep inside the self.

I see one single suitable role for my life's work: for it to be a gift to others.

I don't like egocentricity, which is something that I have arduously battled in myself my entire life.

If there is such a thing as spiritual materialism, it is displayed in the urge to possess the mountains rather than to unravel and accept their mysteries.

Enslavement to your own weakness - be it an addiction to alcohol, or to a woman or to fame - it's degrading, and it means losing your dignity and your freedom.