Quotes About Adventure

E. B. White wrote, "No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky."1

the truth was that I had become a secret agent because I could not bear for another minute the pointlessness of life in the real world.

strange land while we await the return of Christ.

But I had fallen among pirates and life insurance underwriters.

Starships are all work and no fun.

I've met gibbering horrors from other universes, been psychically entangled with a serial killer fish goddess, stalked by zombies, imprisoned by a megalomaniac billionaire, and I've even survived the attention of the Auditors (when I was young, foolish, and didn't know any better). But I've never lost a classified file before, and I don't ever want there to be a first time. I force myself to sit down

Yes, Derek," I tell him, "we hauled you four thousand miles out of your comfort zone just so you could make a saving throw vs. Cthulhu. Happy now?

OF COURSE, SPACE travel isn't only about being stuffed into a claustrophobia-inducing cell, scared witless, trussed up in a restraint harness, and raped through every orifice for years on end. Because, you know, if that was all there was to it, there'd be a queue outside every travel agent.

IF ONE WISHES to live to a ripe old age, there are certain activities one should avoid. Chief among these is eating anything larger than one's own head—but not so very far down the list is any activity that involves clambering around the outside of a spaceship.

They fuck hard and fast at too many gees, his docking hectocotylus locked tight inside her launch adapter.

You want to know what it's like to emigrate to Saturn system? Imagine spending six years in a straitjacket tied to the outside of a skyscraper, with only a couple dozen similar lunatics for company.

Imp froze as he rounded the corner onto Regent Street, and saw four elven warriors shackling a Santa to a stainless-steel cross outside Hamleys Toy Shop.

It was one of ours originally, but no human being can sprint around a building with their helmet off and backpack missing in a fimbulwinter cold enough to freeze liquid oxygen.

She could ace the North Circular in a jacked Toyota Tercel faster than Sabine Schmitz could lap the Nürburgring in a Transit van, and the only times the plod had got on her tail she'd left them, well, plodding.

the fool's errand to the edge of the Beckenstein limit again

To boldly go where no uploaded metahuman colony has gone before

Then I'll take you there.

took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound .

and left his bicycle well hidden behind the stone wall

So do you want to fly?" he asked. "Because it's faster and cheaper." "No," I said. I tried to explain to him that the overnight train would offer a more complete Indian experience for our family and for Sophie's friend Isabel. He looked at me as if I had told him that I was hoping to contract syphilis in order to better understand what it was like to have a venereal disease.

Shandy. Have you begun your Ptolemaic

I learned that adventure is never bad, but the alacrity with which you go through life has an impact on the wisdom that life has to offer you. That slowing down doesn't mean you have to do less. It means you have to pay attention more and catch what the world is throwing at you. That every situation you put yourself in deserves your full attention, and that each of us has a responsibility to be more aware of ourselves and of others.

Shamu and I have arrived safely in Costa Rica. He was stopped by airport security because he carries enough artillery in his pants pockets to construct a sawed-off shotgun. Evidently, he thought we were headed to Iraq.

We went to a Barnes and Noble, where I picked up an unauthorized biography of M.C. Hammer, and not wanting to overload her on her first book, I steered Dumb Dumb toward a Choose Your Own Adventure.