Quotes About Adventure

we went over to the bar of the Hotel California

I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.

I'm Margarita Staples." She bowed in her harness. "Extreme librarian. Bookaneer.

I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.

Do please," said Captain Naphi, "expedite this journey relevance-ward.

We have to establish our credentials as an explorocracy; so to survive and rule ourselves, we have to explore.

I can dig my claws into the rim of a building's crown and spread my arms and feel the buffets and gouts of boisterous air and I can close my eyes and remember, for a moment, what it is to fly.

Strictly speaking, she thought, this place was a cross between a forest and a jungle. "This is a jorest," she said to Hemi. "Yeah," he said. "No, it's a fungle." They grinned.

Young mudlarks searching the river quag for scrap had been known to step into some discoloured patch of mud and start speaking long-dead languages, or find locusts in their hair, or fade slowly to translucency and disappear.

In the streets of Un Lun Dun: a group of a girl, a half ghost, a talking book, a piece of rubbish, and two living words was unusual but not very.

A dark-windowed diesel train burst out of the building, close enough to make the bus shake. It helter-skeltered downward into the earth. "Where's it going?" Zanna said. "Crossing the Odd, to some of the other abcities," Jones said. "If you're brave enough to try, you might be able to catch a train from UnLondon to Parisn't, or No York, or Helsunki, or Lost Angeles, or Sans Francisco, or Hong Gone, or Romeless…It's a terminus.

A boy ran down a hill path screaming. The boy was I.

He glanced beyond the walls, at the strange night, in which gods were ignored and memories were out hunting the future.

Why's there a pharos here?" he said. "You don't put a lighthouse where no one's going to go. You put it somewhere dangerous where they have to go.

Loads of children read books about dinosaurs, underwater monsters, dragons, witches, aliens, and robots. Essentially, the people who read SF, fantasy and horror haven't grown out of enjoying the strange and weird.

If you're brave enough to try, you might be able to catch a train from UnLondon to Parisn't, or No York, or Helsunki, or Lost Angeles, or Sans Francisco, or Hong Gone, or Romeless.

The problem with most genre fantasy is that it's not nearly fantastic enough. It's escapist, but it can't escape.

You can only go halfway into the darkest forest; then you are coming out the other side.

Climb mountains to see lowlands.

Challenge your limitations for the pure joy of challenge.

Mystery is created not from an unexpected moment but from an unexpected journey. We know where we're headed—we want to solve the mystery—but we're not sure how we'll get there.

My father wanted us to try everything and feel free to push the envelope. His attitude taught me to define failure as not trying something I want to do instead of not achieving the right outcome.

As the authors of the book Surprise put it, "We feel most comfortable when things are certain, but we feel most alive when they're not.

On the first day of class, the Visual Arts building reclined before me like an old brick whore, egging me to show her one, last, good time. I doubted I was up to the task, but regardless, I entered from the rear, just to give myself the slightest mental edge.