Quotes About Adventure

Magic beans, baby. Magic beans.

You mean the Chaos Emeralds?

In other words," she said, "you've got some magic beans in your pocket. That's what you're telling me. You have some magic beans, and you're going to plant them, and overnight a huge beanstalk is going to grow high into the sky, and you'll climb up the beanstalk, kill the giant who lives in the clouds, and then bring home a goose that lays golden eggs. Is that it?

He told me that I needed to smile more, to remember that this was a great adventure and that voters loved a happy warrior.

Just now and then, maybe every few weeks and then only for minutes at a time, a breach appeared in the partition and I walked on through, because I have always taken that as a general rule of life: If a door opens, walk on through and at least take a look around.

Han rolled over, threw up a considerable quantity of water, and said, "I'm getting too old for this." Chewbacca concurred

Dave, I didn't make it to work Monday because I was helping a wizard rescue a baby Prince out someplace between Barstow and San Bernardino?

We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle.

It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.

People read books to escape the uncertainties of life.

A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

He needs to go rub his soul against life.

Once you start cooking, one thing leads to another. A new recipe is as exciting as a blind date. A new ingredient, heaven help me, is an intoxicating affair.

I'm too fascinated to hide indoors or stay cooped up in our yard. Curiosity killed the cat, I know, but I try to land on my feet.

Every family's its own trip to China.

Take one trip overland here and you'll know forever that a road in the jungle is a sweet, flat, impossible dream.

life is a wild, impetuous ride. There could be good shit up ahead, don't rule it out.

I think most people are the same. Until they've gone somewhere.

In exchange for his first taste of powdered milk, Pascal showed me a tree we could climb to find a bird's nest. After we handled and examined the pink-skinned baby birds, he popped one of them into his mouth like a jujube. It seemed to please him a lot. He offered a baby bird to me, pantomiming that I should eat it. I understood perfectly well what he meant, but I refused. He did not seem disappointed to have to eat the whole brood himself.

The Pueblo story is that everyone started out underground. People and animals, everything. And then the badger dug a hole and let everybody out. They climbed out the hole and from then on they lived on top of the ground. When they die they go back under. […] 'I always try to think of it that way,' he said, after a minute. "He had a big adventure up here, and then went home.

My thoughts kept straying onto random paths...hoping to get lost in a thicket.

Somebody one time gave me the one where the boy is hateful and sent to bed with no supper, and in his head he's a monster and goes to this island where it's all wild monsters like him, seriously ticked off, making their wild rumpus.

I am looking for the door to another world. I've waited thousands of years. Take me.

But a spontaneous traveler inevitably will end up with the tummy gauge suddenly on empty, in some place where cuisine is not really the point: a museum cafeteria, or late-night snack bar across from the concert hall. Eating establishments where cuisine isn't the point—is that a strange notion?