By Atticus
Some nights you drink tea, some nights you drink whiskey.
I feel like girls who drink whisky tell good stories.
Have you ever looked at the stars drunk and sworn they were burning just for you? It’s hard not to believe in magic it’s hard not to believe in whiskey.
Our nuclear weapons are meant purely as a deterrent against nuclear adventure by an adversary.
The love of wine is a good man’s failing.
Why, I’d like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Prayers without wine are perfectly pointless.
Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime- it’s not very scientific, but it helps.
Penicillin cures, but wine makes people happy.
I’ve always wanted to skydive.
There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.
I have often been downcast but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary, I treat all the privations as amusing.
Rationalism is an adventure in the clarification of thought.
Without adventure, civilization is in full decay.
Sometimes an ember is all we need.
I find skydiving really hard. I broke my back while skydiving when I was in the military, and for 18 months all my nightmares were about falling.
I loved climbing because of the freedom, and having time and space. I remember coming off Everest for the last time, thinking of Dad and wishing that he could have seen what I saw. He would have loved it.
The greatest journeys all start with a single step.
All my life the only thing I’ve been good at has been climbing and throwing myself off big things.
