Quotes About Adventure

And another adventure draws to a close with the classic happy ending. Happy except for the fact that Berk is dead, Aylee is gone, and Gwynn is a soulless vegetable. At least the bad guy got away! Ok, so the ending wasn't so happy, but hey, you can be happy to know nothing else can go wrong!

You want to know what OASIS is? You want to know the TRUTH? It's just on the other side of this door. That I am really hoping is unlocked.

The ardent golfer would play Mount Everest if somebody put a flagstick on top.

That was it. To be a rolling stone. In the romantic places of the earth. Ready for a fight, a frolic, or a feed. And since I was Irish, since I was Billy Hamill's son, since I was from Brooklyn: a drink too.

We had found nothing, and had been lost several times already in one morning, so this was shaping up into a top travel experience.

It's always stimulating to visit new places, acquire fresh knowledge and expand your portfolio of nightmares.

If life is a book, then read it while you can.

I use the pay phone to call my friend Noel. The last time I was here he took me up a mountainside in Connemara with a seventy-eight-year-old poteen-maker who'd learned his craft as a teenager from his father. We spent the day watching him double-distill brown bog water in two oil drums over a turf fire into something that tasted like the finest malt. Noel acted as interpreter, as the old man spoke no English. Perhaps he'll have another adventure in store for me this time.

Immediately across the road is a ruined abbey and cemetery. As I haven't visited one since late yesterday afternoon, I decide to take a look. On the whole, it's fair to say that, if you're travelling round the west of Ireland, an interest in ruined abbeys, however slight, will stand you in better stead than a passion for rollerblading, say or a penchant for showbiz gossip.

I will go outside, wander about aimlessly, and see what happens.

Forty years ago, I was riding on a train in India travelling from Delhi to Calcutta.

And when I was young, did I ever tell you, I always wanted to get inside a book and never come out again? I loved reading so much I wanted to be a part of it, and there were some books I could have stayed in for ever.

Following my junior year in high school, I went on a camping trip through Russia in a group led by Horst Momber, a young language teacher from Roosevelt.

Bleary-eyed one morning, with caffeine still missing from my system, I fumbled my way along the dusty path to the guest tents, calling out 'Good morning!' in as cheery a voice as the hour would allow (it was barely after five o'clock, and the sun had only just cracked the horizon). I heard a rhythmic thumping, getting rapidly louder, and I turned to find 1,600 pounds of pissed-off cow bearing down on me. Clearly it disagreed with my assessment of the morning.

Who the hell is afraid of a fridge but ties himself to a puma?

I checked into the quiet little room on the fifth floor of the good old Stadthotel with two pairs of socks and two large bottles of slivovitz for unseen eventualities.

It's one thing to put on your nation's uniform to give your life for your country. But to dress up in black-market khakis and head into battle in a borrowed bush hat, armed only with a Nikon camera, 10 rolls of film and notebook, is definitely another thing.

Filipinler ilk ke?fedilen topraklar aras?nda yer al?yordu.

You're gonna need a bigger boat.

We're going to need a bigger boat.

You could start now, and spend another forty years learning about the sea without running out of new things to know.

Cuando don Marinero Bisoño sale de Miami rumbo a las Bahamas, a lo mejor con un atlas como carta de navegación -y le aseguro que algunos de esos idiotas lo hacen-, se convierte en un accidente en busca de un lugar donde ocurrir.

seen Blue Water, White Death, the 1971 feature film that, for me, remains the finest documentary ever made about sharks.

But when had they picked up the three coin sacks? Had they carried them all the way from Camp Collins, which was the southern end of the line, or had they picked them up at the train depot in Cheyenne, before rolling on to the hotel to pick up Prophet and the other