For me, I love to dream big, and I love to find ways to be a bit of an explorer. These days, it seems like everything is padded and comes with warning labels.

Stand at the base and look up at 3,000 feet of blankness. It just looks like there's no way you can climb it. That's what you seek as a climber. You want to find something that looks absurd and figure out how to do it.

I love films where the world seems to be going a bit faster and everything's a bit brighter and more in focus.

In some ways, climbing in the clouds is comforting. You can no longer see how high off the ground you are.

There are only two ends to this dance.
You can flee with your wounds just in time,
Or lie there as he feeds,
Watching yourself ripped to shreds
And laughing as you bleed.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.