Quotes About Adventure

Pirate gold isn't a thing to be hoarded or utilized. It is something to squander and throw to the four winds, for the fun of seeing the golden specks fly.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

What shall we do there? Climb up the hill to the old fort and look at the little wriggling gold snakes, and watch the lizards sun themselves.

Pirate gold isn't a thing to be hoarded or utilized. It is something to squander and throw to the four winds, for the fun of seeing the golden specks fly.

Monday was my favorite day of the week, the embarkation of a seven-day cruise where the ports of call were as yet unknown but the possibilities for adventure were unlimited.

The shapes arranged themselves into words, and the words spelled out a delicious and wonderful phrase: Once upon a time.

I will be brave, thought Despereaux. I will try to be brave like a knight in shining armour. I will be brave for the Princess Pea.

When I was a girl in Blundermeecen we wondered always if we would see each other again. Each day was uncertain. So, to say good-bye to someone was uncertain, too. Would you see them again? Who could say? Blundermeecen was a place of dark secrets, unmarked graves, terrible curses. Trolls were everywhere! So we said good-bye to each other the best way we could. We said: I promise to always turn back toward you.

Once, oh marvelous once, there was a rabbit who found his way home.

Book the First A MOUSE IS BORN Book the Second CHIAROSCURO Book the Third GOR! THE TALE OF MIGGERY SOW Book the Fourth RECALLED TO THE LIGHT Coda

Despereaux was reading the story out loud to himself. He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end...

the story of an unlikely hero

Quest. Say it, reader. Say the word quest lout loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.

I have never known a mouse who has made it out of the dungeon only to go back into it again. Goodbye, friend. Goodbye, mouse among mice.

Reading should not be presented to children as a chore, a duty. It should be offered as a gift.

Kate DiCamillo

If you have not left your home in the middle of the night without even giving it a backward glance; if you have not left your cat and your friends and also a one-eyed dog named Buddy without getting to tell any of them good-bye; if you have not stood on the side of the road in Georgia, somewhere just past the irrevocable state line, and waited for someone to come along and give you a ride, well, then you cannot understand the desperation that was in my heart that day.

HE WILL BECOME KNOWN TO THE WORLD AS ULYSSES! Holy

Who was I without the Flying Elefantes? Who was I without Granny? And who was I without a curse upon my head?

It is a wondrous thing to be at the top of a tree. When you have two Oh Henry! bars to eat. And a bag of peanuts.

Kate DiCamillo

will be a scientific adventure.

away from the car.

Once there was a mermaid.