alaska
A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.
— Robert W. Service
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?-Then you have a hunch was the music meant...hunger and night and the stars.
— Robert W. Service
AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!' he screamed.' So that's Sara,' I said.' Yes.'' She seems nice.
— John Green
At the moment developing a nice little inoffensive cancer somewhere on dry land seemed infinitely preferable to what she was grimly convinced was soon to be her death by drowning way too far out at sea.
— Dana Stabenow
Despite everything, every piece of Alaska sang to me. I remembered every curve in the trails, every tree in the forest. It was familiar to me, comfortable. The more I thought about leaving it, the less I liked the idea. This was my home.
— Summer Lane
Even with all their threats of eternal damnation and soul roasting, Christian missionaries have run across some who were not so quick to swallow their drivel. Pleasure and pain, like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder. So, when missionaries ventured to Alaska and warned the Eskimos of the horrors of Hell and the blazing lake of fire awaiting transgressors, they eagerly asked: "How do we get there?"!
— Anton Szandor LaVey
How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?
— John Green
I don't confuse my digestive system, I just season simple food with hunger
— Richard Proenneke
I don't understand why you're so obsessed with figuring out everything that happens here, like we have to unravel every mystery.
— John Green
I enjoy working for my heat. I don't just press a button or twist a thermostat dial. Furthermore, I use the big crosscut saw and the axe, and while I'm getting my heat supply I'm working up an appetite that makes simple food just as appealing as anything a French chef could create.
— Richard Proenneke
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