And if some day, my sons ask, "Dad, why did you choose to climb?" Smiling, I'll reply, I climbed so you could fly.

I was born to live, in pursuit of the penultimate high.
I am guaranteed a Homeric death, when it's my time to die.

Keeping in mind the old mountain adage that the longer you take to set up your bivy site, the shorter the bivy you have to endure, we ended up taking two hours to dig the snow cave.

The altimeter had been damaged along the way, but the few bottles that we brought along to wash down the ordinary expedition rations were fine. True, a bottle gives only a vague indication of altitude, but can you drink an altimeter?

I assure you it's harder to battle human stupidity than to do battle with mountains. Mountains, after all, have holds.

All my life, I have never felt as happy on Earth as when I'm getting closer to the sky.