My wish has always been to write my own story, to create a life that’s worth writing about. But is a story worth anything at all if I have no one to tell it to?

Society, you’re a crazy breed.

But [Everett] and McCandless, at least they tried to follow their dream. That’s what was great about them. They tried. Not many do.

I don’t want to know what time it is. I don’t want to know what day it is or where I am. None of that matters.

Alex here. (…) Ron, I really enjoy all the help you have given me and the times we spent together. I hope that you will not be too depressed by our parting. It may be...

Unlike Muir and Thoreau, McCandless went into the wilderness not primarily to ponder nature or the world at large but, rather, to explore the inner country of his own soul.

I thought climbing the Devil’s Thumb would fix all that was wrong with my life. In the end, of course, it changed almost nothing. But I came to appreciate that mountains make poor receptacles for...

The lamb baa-ed vigorously as Mary dragged it into the manicure room, and Zel winced. She really should insist Julie come work, She could use the help, plus it would mean extra mother-daughter time–and, Zel...

See, Carine ? That’s the purity of nature. It may be harsh in its honesty, but it never lies to you”.Chris seemed to be most comfortable outdoors, and the farther away from the typical surroundings...

Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell.