Quotes About Adventure

I love, love, love fantasy, like 'Lord of the Rings' and things like that.

I'm very good at living out of a suitcase. I love dressing up every morning. It feels like a costume, in some ways.

I think the best type of action movie combines a love story with the action.

I love South American food, and I haven't really been down there. I really need a vacation.

I love not knowing. It keeps me guessing.

My tale starts and ends with Hekla, and I will tell it as it happens, in the manner of the bards.

He looked serious—worried, Erin decided—but as he crossed the street, his expression changed. He tilted his visored cap over one eye and leaned through the open car window. The coast is clear, sister, he said in a gangster whisper. Drop my raincoat over the loot, and I'll smuggle it in.

Ride em, cowgirl,' he said. And she did.

Thankfully, Plott hadn't taken them very far inside.

What's the use of having a motorcycle if you can't go tearing around staying out late?" Ralph asked reasonably.

Life, Henry discovered, was suddenly so full of interesting things to do that he rode his bicycle through a pile of autumn leaves in the gutter just for the joy of hearing them crackle. "Clank, clank!" Ramona yelled after him. "Clank, clank!" answered Henry.

Amy thought a moment. How could they get rid of their mother? "We could have her away taking care of a sick neighbor, and we are all alone in the house

She felt good from making a lot of noise, she felt good from the hard work from walking so far in her tin can stilts, she felt good from calling a grown-up pieface and from the triumph of singing backwards from ninety-nine to one. She felt good from being out after dark with the rain on her face and the streetlights shining down on her.

One day after school Henry Huggins, who lived

One spring day Ramona had got lost, because she started out to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Beverly Cleary

Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.

Never mind the danger, never mind what his mother thought. This was living. This was what he wanted to do. On and on and on.

make. Henry sent it back across the street. Pow! Scooter

Ralph curled up on a heap of shredded Kleenex and took a good long nap. When he awoke refreshed, his first thought was of the motorcycle.

Beverly Cleary

RAMONA AND THE MILLION DOLLARS

RALPH S. MOUSE

Beverly Cleary