We climbers have much to learn from the training done in conventional sports.

You can’t coach desire, and no matter how fancy your training plan or how high your stated goals are, it comes down to getting out the door and doing the work day after day.

Within alpinism's narrow framework we seek transcendence and relentlessly pursue what remains hidden from us on flat ground: our true selves.

The depth of any story is proportionate to the protagonist's commitment to their goal, the complexity of the problem, and the grace of the solution.

In the mountains, fatigue is the biggest controllable limitation that will come between you and success.

Climbers are a universal tribe: we share the knowledge that things are not important. Experience is important. Feeling is important.

You will never exploit your full technical capacity if your fitness remains a weak link.

The simpler we make things, the richer the experiences become.

The descent is often as much (or more of) a challenge as the climb.

On big routes in big mountains, speed equals safety.

Many would argue that alpinism is art, not sport.

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore -- And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more.

To wish to withstand the Holy Spirit would be the one unforgivable sin.

Let me tell you something: you can not write good fiction about ideas. You can only write good fiction about people.

Everything is wrong until Jesus sets it right.

Kindness to self will put you in the perfect attitude and position to be kind to others.

Everyone is growing and developing. Everyone has to go through a trial and eror process of finding what is right.

I changed my name from Gail to Gayle in seventh grade because I liked to make a loopy 'y.

Grief moves us like love. Grief is love, I suppose. Love as a backwards glance.

If that person doesn't want to be in your life, just let him or her leave.

Life is short...eat desert first!