Quotes About Adventure

Where are we going?" I asked, clinging for dear life to the armrest. "The school," she said. "What school?" I asked her, wondering if the roar of the engine had hidden an important part of our conversation.

Not dying isn't the same as being alive. You're only alive when you're surviving. And you only survive when there's a risk there's something you can lose. The more you risk losing, the more you're alive.

her by something that looked like rope. The young hunter dropped his freshly

hockey field at Red Maids' School. By the time Emma had explained why she crossed the Atlantic despite the risks involved, they were both staring at her as if she'd just landed from

On entering the little green-walled

Fortune favours the brave.

So how did you manage to lose Lunsdorf? He got away from Sergeant Roberts in Harrods. I sometimes wish I could do that when shopping with my wife, said the cabinet secretary.

It's one of the ironies of mountaineering," said Young, "that grown men are happy to spend months preparing for a climb, weeks rehearsing and honing their skills, and at least a day attempting to reach the summit. And then having achieved their goal, they spend just a few moments enjoying the experience, along with one or two equally certifiable companions who have little in common other than wanting to do it all again, but a little higher.

He began with The Bigger They Come by Erle Stanley Gardner, before moving on to Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep.

nearest gutter if he thought it would

If you were given two lives, you'd spend one of them in Italy.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.

and she had succeeded, on the second try, in hurling herself out of the world.

There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.

You're a stone fox, he said, and took off.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself. She thought a writer should work harder writing a book than she did reading it.

compatriots in the search for a little passion on earth.

There was no established way for a man to tell his wife he was going to the moon. A man could tell his wife he was going to sea or going to war; men had been doing that for millennia. But the moon? It was a whole new conversation.

Whenever I travel to the South, the first thing I do is visit the best barbecue place between the airport and my hotel. An hour or two later I visit the best barbecue place between my hotel and dinner.

I've always wanted to take a swim wherever it is they snap those screensaver photos—Fiji? Bora Bora? The Maldives?—and sleep in a hotel room that's more of a hut built on a dock over the water. After reading The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, I'm dying to see the sun set in Botswana. I want to visit Indian temples and volunteer at an elephant sanctuary.

Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to say yes, only to have my plans fall through at the last minute and I can take off my regular-people clothes and redon my paint-splattered yoga pants.

and World Cuisine educations are on temporary hold since I'm on my way to

Same old Wynn. Pirates could descend from the rafters now, but they wouldn't bother Wynn one bit. He'd probably just absent-mindedly ask them if they would mind keeping their swashbuckling down a bit.

He glanced over the side of the ship, and his stomach clenched. The ground was approaching much too fast. There was less fuel than they had realized. A scream pierced the air.