“The mountains are where God proves He’s better than Michelangelo at sculpting.”
“Where is the angry machine of all of us? Why is God such a blurred magician? Why are you begging for your life if you believe those things? Prove to me that you’re better than the rabbits we ate last night.”
“One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.”
“History proves there is no better advertisement for a book than to condemn it for obscenity.”
“Good God, he’s even hotter than I remember!”
“He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian outback.”