Quotes About Adventure

Palpatine felt that the universe beyond the edges of our maps was where his power came from. Over the many years he, with our aid, sent men and women beyond known space. They built labs and communication stations on distant moons, asteroids, out there in the wilds. We must follow them. Retreat from the galaxy. Go out beyond the veil of stars. We must seek the source of the dark side like a man looking for a wellspring of water.

Of course it's a wizard van.

Spent the years wandering, mostly. Faffing off. Getting high. Sucking dick. Seeing the country. As one does.

The future is a door.

Follow the right wall. Right meaning the direction—pick the wall to the right of you and keep following it, and if it dead-ends, you stay on the right and turn around. Ultimately in this way, a maze would stretch out like a line—or was it a circle?—and you would find your way to its end.

Look for the little story. Look for the story about people. Then you wrap it in a generous swaddling of space ninjas and swamp monsters and explodey-boom-boom-pyoo-pyoo-zap.

The SUV carves its way through dark pine forests. Morning sun passes through the pleached trees, dappling the windows of the vehicle.

Learn from your existence and borrow things from your day to day. Have adventures. Take risks. Put yourself into your fiction. Because life offers a kind of writing advice you just can't read about -- it's something only you can experience.

Ramping a jacked-up hell-quad over a dirge-singing pack of goblins with a burned-to-death stuntman at the wheel. I'm

You don't know what you're doing," Mitchell says. "Poking a stick into a den of snakes." "Poke-poke, motherfuckers." Atlanta pulls the trigger.

The Wizard" was like if the Who fucked Led Zeppelin and Blue Öyster Cult at an orgy after an opium-laden game of Dungeons & Dragons.

I was a lot braver when I was eight.

But if you truly want to reinvent your life, you're going to have to learn to say yes. Even if it feels selfish. Or scary.

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.

he was playing on the climbing structure by himself—or "by his own," as the children sometimes charmingly put it.

I always thought I'd live in Paris, Rome, Madrid—at least for a while. It strikes me now that I didn't dream of Zanzibar or Papeete or Tashkent: even my fantasy was cautious, a good girl's fantasy, a blanched almond of a fantasy. Today, even that is enough to clench my fists and curl my toes. In

and once again ... we will head toward that time.

Go with Mokona. Follow your fate.

This isn't Tokyo.

Did we step into some lame video game or what?

You've caught a goblin, my dear, all for your very own.

Perhaps I am mistaken. But you can scarcely blame me, ma'am, for believing that not even your remarkably impetuous granddaughter could go haring off into an adventure of this sort without realising that she was very likely to come out of it with a husband!

If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave. —Mo Willems, Goldilocks and the Three Dinosaurs

Canoeing, per se, isn't dangerous, but some canoeists are.