Quotes About Adventure

The young detective went on alone to the antique shop. It was an inconspicuous place on a busy street. A bell jingled as she entered.

Mr. Drew and his wife

CHAPTER I The Rescue NANCY DREW, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue

Cautiously the girls moved forward, flashing their lights over the half-rotted flooring. The water was lapping against the posts of the building. Giant, eerie shadows leaped at them as they flashed their lights into every corner. The beam from Nancy's came to rest on an old overturned rowboat against the wall. From its stern protruded a pair of bare feet, bound with rope.

With their purchases in boxes the girls strolled down the street to a Spanish restaurant. Here they ate a delicious lunch of tacos and spicy chili. For dessert they had iced fresh fruit. Bess sighed. "Umm, that was super." Afterward, they walked to a wide street beside a park where an outdoor painting exhibition was being held. The group stopped now and then to admire and compliment the artists who sat beside their work.

If you sisters let Nancy Drew go to France, you will suffer and she will tool

The grounds seemed eerie in the moonless night as the couple walked quietly, beaming their flashes ahead of them. They circled the inn. The place was completely dark, with the exception of the tiny night light in the main lobby.

Presently Jim turned onto the side road which led to the lake. When they reached it, the setting sun had turned the water to a golden color. A few sailboats, silhouetted against the red sky, were heading toward shore. "What a lovely scene!" Nancy exclaimed.

Within minutes the girls were running barefoot along the sand, playing tag with the breaking wavelets. Nancy was dangling a bathing cap in her hand. "I'm glad it's calm," George remarked. "Say, maybe we could use one of those sailboats!" There were a variety of boats tied up—small sailing dinghies, rowboats, Boston Whalers. Larger sailboats were moored offshore. Several Sailfish had been pulled up on the beach.

how do you like children?" "Wrapped up in twine and tied to a tree

You poked the hornet's nest," I said flatly. "Guess so." "And how did that work out for you?" Ben asked. "Found the hornets," he answered, grinning sleepily.

Kitty Meets the Band

This was a mystery. A quest. An epic. It was awesome. "Cool," I said, grinning.

No, it an't a good way to live. It's a good way to die, in fact.

She runs for the joy of it, because she can, her strides stretching to cover a dozen feet every time she leaps. Her mouth is open to taste the air, which is sharp with cold. The month turns, and the swelling moon paints the night sky silver, lighting up patches of snow scattered throughout the woods. Not yet full moon, a rare moment to be set free before her time, but the other half of her being has no reason to lock her away. She is alone, but she is free, and so she

Dust flew behind me, and I crouched over the handlebars, sucking air through my mask, blinking behind my goggles.

There was hope in him, and soon perhaps the outline of his journey would take form.

We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known

He was like a man who had served a term in prison or had been to Harvard College or had left for a long time with foreigners in South America. He was like a person who had been somewhere that other people are not likely to go or had done something that others are not apt to do.

There was something about speaking in a foreign language that made her feel like she'd been around a lot.

Where are they going? Alpha Centauri. That's impossible. Very likely. But that's where they're going. Why? It's less impossible than here.

How I long to feel the weight of a book in my hand. How I long to turn a page, and pass through the print as you'd pass through a door, into that world of wise and lofty spirits, of strange animals, of noble deeds and faraway cities. If only I could crawl into a book and stay there for the rest of my life.

Never had anyone said, Listen. Life is short. Pretend your body is still in its twenties. Jump for the brass ring. Swing for those bleachers. Dive into the deep end of the pool. Act like a fool if you must, but at least *live*.

If you'll trust me, I'll give you a week you'll never forget.