In the beginning of any career, in every job, people are always forcing you to the middle.
I hope my twin brother will look exactly like me but more sporty.
We look up. For weeks, for months, that is all we have done. Look up. And there it is-the top of Everest. Only it is different now: so near, so close, only a little more than a thousand feet above us. It is no longer just a dream, a high dream in the sky, but a real and solid thing, a thing of rock and snow, that men can climb. We make ready. We will climb it. This time, with God's help, we will climb on to the end.
To travel, to experience and learn: that is to live.
I needed to go. . . the pull of Everest was stronger for me than any force on earth.
It has been a long road. From a mountain coolie, a bearer of loads, to a wearer of a coat with rows of medals who is carried about in planes and worries about income tax.
I have climbed my mountain, but I must still live my life.
All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl.
I don't think you can ever do too much. Life would be so boring if you didn't have these, like, holes to fall into and climb out of. I want to do everything. I just want everything. I don't think you can ever have too much.
Hunger is never delicate.
Life is going forth; death is returning home.