Jack London is a very generous description of my small hiking, bicycling, and canoeing habit. I myself feel like a weak urbanite a lot of the time, because lots of my friends are incredible outdoorsmen and women.

Once more I can climb about and remind you that a woman in this epoch does the important literary thinking.

I always told Hitch that it would have been better to put seats around the set and sell tickets.

I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I’d surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.

We are all vegetarians here, and except for a mountain lion that’s been hanging around and killed our dog, we don’t have a care in the world.

If the Fed ceases hiking, against the backdrop of still rising commodity prices, then the Australian dollar will have few reasons for resisting any topside advances.

Make your feet your friend.

It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.

The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet.

The bizarre trend in mountaineers is not the risk they take, but the large degree to which they value life. They are not crazy because they don’t dare, they’re crazy because they do. These people tend to enjoy life to the fullest, laugh the hardest, travel the most, and work the least.