“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

“Because I’m starting to believe that this Elias Munn wants you and everyone else to believe you’re going mad. He wants us to question your judgment, Kiera – to stop people from having faith in you.” “And what about you?” I asked him. “Do you have faith in me, Potter?” “Does a bear shit in the woods?” he smiled and winked at me.”

“Dern, I hate cooking with shit. -- Augustus McCrae to Lorena Wood”

“No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.”

“There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it”

“To tell you the truth, I'm amazed we've come this far," he said, and I agreed. We had hiked 500 miles, a million and a quarter steps, since setting off from Amicalola. We had grounds to be proud. We were real hikers now. We had shit in the woods and slept with bears. We had become, we would forever be, mountain men.”