We will never know our full potential unless we push ourselves to find it. It's this self discovery that inevitably takes us to the wildest places on earth.

We'll never know our full potential unless we push ourselves to find it.

It’s not the destination but the adventure along the way.

Experiencing the world through Endless secondhand information isn't enough. If we want authenticity we have to initiate it.

Now you're gonna take beatings. It's written in our DNA, you know. You're gonna go down. You get up, it's that simple.

If we want authenticity we have to initiate it.

If we want authenticity, we have to initiate it. Self-discovery takes us to the wildest places on earth

What is snowboarding to me? I'd say it's when I feel passion. That is, if passion is a combination of utter joy, frustration and rage. It's my life.

You know, I wouldn't even call snowboarding a sport, you know for me it's just a way of life

When your location is a snowy mountain in the winter the obstacles are pretty extreme.

I find I enjoy myself most on those days when it's just me and a couple close friends away from it all. True human interaction in a day when we are all spread so thin.

Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back.

In times of need I call unto you Abba Father and you answer.

...the triune God will indwell the world in a divine way - the world will indwell God in a creaturely way.

I do not see how a man can work on the frontiers of physics and write poetry at the same time. They are in opposition.

Reviewers do not read books with much care . . . their profession is more given to stupidity and malice and literary ignorance even than the profession of novelist.

When your dad is a country music fan and you take long car trips, you become one too.

The corporations who invest in lobbyists, it pays in terms of tax loopholes, tax subsidies, all the rest. It pays. Clearly, the money has a big effect.

My heart is breaking," she says. "I want to be strong for you right now but the thought of you leaving is killing me inside.

[Hamas] lives on their rifles and bombs.

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?