We who walk the narrow line have stood for free thinking for thousands of years. Let us continue balancing within the world as we try to understand the space between.

I don't want to die, but I'm ok putting it all out there for the most beautiful expression of my life.

I don't have a lot of pressure on myself to be successful. I'm more of an artist. I just try to make myself more a part of the most beautiful painting as possible. And enjoy it.

More and more people seem to be separating from nature. I'm trying to go in a different direction. I'm getting closer and closer.

The most beautiful experiences I've had climbing are when everything is simplified. Free soloing is the simplest thing, until you learn to fly or to walk on air - which I feel is all possible.

Every time I go out and do something, Hans panics and starts trying to beat me. He's like a dog humping your leg.

A lot of people confuse free climbing with free solo. Free climbing is when we use ropes, but we only make upward progress with our bodies.

It's one of the most fundamental desires of man, of being free and flying unhindered, and it really seems to go a lot with our founding fathers' principles of freedom.

After all those neurochemicals are drained out, it takes a while for them to replenish so on the back end of flow state...I can barely string sentences together. I become stupid.

I am small.So are stars from a distance. It's all a matter of perspective.

And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

Yeah, exactly, you can talk about politics in music, you can talk about something else, but that's always going to change, and love is never going to change.

Love is not a mood, but a dynamic way of being.

I take no pride in my artistic talents; they are God-given and I see absolutely no reason to become puffed up over something that one has received.

Just as, out of habit, one consults a run-down clock as though it were still going, so too one may look at the face of a beautiful woman as though he still loved her.

The house made of ice in the middle of a desert! And that house is the house of lies!

I come home more exhausted after a day of emotional work on set than I've ever had in any sporting event I've played or anything. It's draining. But it's also part of the fun.

Tell me, if you can, of anything that's finer than an evening in camp with a rare old friend and a dog after one's heart.

Ok you guys, pair up in threes!