Quotes About Adventure

All of life is a foreign country.

the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night. Allen

He had never felt anything like that before - yet somehow he knew that from now on he would always feel like that, always, and something caught at his throat as he realized what a strange sad adventure life might get to be, strange and sad and still much more beautiful and amazing than he could ever have imagined because it was so really, strangely sad.

Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.

Bein Crazy is the least of my worries.

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running -- that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach....

I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

And then we'll all go off to sweet life, 'cause now is the time and we all know time!

I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.

Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain...

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.

a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.

I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that's practically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of course.

I yelled for joy. We passed the bottle. The great blazing stars came out, the far receding hills got dim. I felt like an arrow that could shoot out all the way.

it's all the same to me as long as it can be exciting and goes around the world.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world. Ain't nowhere else it can go - right?

What's Your Road, Man?