Up here you can make one mistake. The second one will kill you.

Alaska herself can be Sleeping Beauty one minute and a bitch with a sawed-off shotgun the next.

Two kinds of flocks come up to Alaska, Cora. People running to something and people running away from something. The second kind-you want to keep your eye out for them

Alaska isn't about who you were when you headed this way. It's about who you become.

There is no middle ground, no safe place; not here, in the Great Alone.