Quotes About Adventure

Books admitted me to their world open-handedly, as people for their most part, did not. The life I lived in books was one of ease and freedom, worldly wisdom, glitter, dash and style.

People who live on continents get into the habit of regarding the ocean as journey's end, the full stop at the end of the trek. For people who live on islands, the sea is always the beginning. It's the ferry to the mainland, the escape route from the boredom and narrowness of home.

Voyage set, there to be encountered by millions, one of whom was me.

Jonathan Rogers

We communicated with pithy, rather monosyllabic thoughts: viz. Run, Jump, Where? Left, Up, Duck, ect. (This latter was an observation I made on the edge of a lake. Nathaniel unfortunately took it as a command, which resulted in our temporary immersion.) We didn't ever quite say Ug, but it was a close-run thing.

Me, I was still in the pygmy hippo in a skirt, singing lusty songs about Solomon's private life and a giant stone back and forth through the air as I climbed out of the quarry at the edge of the site.

At last! Am I glad to see you! Right, stab this guy quickly, and let's be going.

You shouldn't have done it," I said. "You shouldn't have risked yourself." "Come off it," Lockwood said. "You know I'd die for you." He chuckled. "Heaven knows, I've come near it often enough. Scrambling down a crack in the ground is nothing…

I am Bartimaeus! I am Sakhr al-Jinni, N'gorso the Mighty, and the Serpent of Silver Plumes! I have rebuilt the walls of Uruk, Karnak, and Prague. I have spoken with Solomon. I have run with the buffalo fathers of the plains. I have watched over Old Zimbabwe till the stones fell and the jackals fed on its people. I am Bartimaeus!

Here we go," the Skull sighed. "Cue crisis!

Do you remember," George went on, "what we found in the tunnels beneath Aickmere's? Aside from a massive pile of human bones." "I found Lucy," Lockwood said.

In the meantime," he said, "There are ghosts to foil and lives to save. But right now, it's a lovely evening and I'm going for a stroll. That was the other thing I'd wanted, to see if you'll come with me?

Burglary's more fun than socializing, I always say.

He was very close to me. Our hands stayed on the windowsill like they were glued there. All at once he stepped back. "In the meantime," he said, "there are ghosts to foil and lives to save. But right now it's a lovely evening, and I'm going for a stroll. That was the other thing I wanted, to see if you'd come with me." He adjusted his collar. "It's the first outing for my new coat. What do you think of it?

That's just it. I'm the first. And if my venture goes well, and I return to record it, many others will follow after me. There will be a new era between djinn and men. I've made some of the notes already, Rekhyt-my book will take pride of place in every library on the Earth. I won't be there to see it-but who knows, perhaps you will.

Okay, well, if you do want to come with me, Luce, I'll be in the hall." He went to the door, paused, and grinned back at me. "And don't forget to sign the statement!" With that, he was pattering down the stairs.

Do you remember," George went on, "what we found in the tunnels beneath Aickmere's? Aside from a massive pile of human bones." "I found

We trespassed in the city of the dead, and all our skills and talents counted for nothing.

Jonathan Stroud

Their first stop, naturally, was the library.

This was what she liked — a clear, straightforward objective, a simple danger to be faced down. But more than that, she had a sense that things were going her way. She had a bulging sack of banknotes, a head start on her enemies, a gun in hand, and the wilderness up ahead. Life was good again, and the sun was shining too.

What's not to like for a boy who's running from the world? I'd say you're nicely sorted now.

Breathing hard between her teeth, she swung the torch around. Where was Albert? Lying on his back by the steps, with his legs wavering in the air. It was typical of him.

Lockwood led the way down a side street, rapier glinting beneath a long, heavy overcoat that swung stylishly behind him. George and I trotted alongside.