Quotes About Adventure

the last few miles of the Atlantic Ocean back to England with all of the jewellery hidden in her knickers. Granny

the window on the count of three. But even with all of Miss Veal's

dining room and up the stairs to

David Walliams

At first all she could see was a tiny shadowy shape in the corner by the door. She tiptoed out of bed to have a closer look. It was little and dirty and a tad smelly. The dusty floorboards creaked a little under her weight. The tiny thing turned around. It was a rat.

All things considered, Her Grace's plan may not have been the single rashest, most foolhardy, do-or-die, all-or-nothing throw of the dice in the history of the Royal Manticoran — or Grayson — Navy. If it wasn't, however, I have so far failed to find the plan that was .

There is no finish line. So love the journey.

A fractured, flawed man, he combined elements of George Borup, Robert Peary, and Lord Byron.

Soon they would spend all day there, locked up inside the truck, reading undisturbed. There were no windows but there were thousands of windows, in every book on every shelf.

What you can plan is too small for you to live. What you can live wholeheartedly will make enough plans

ANYBODY ORDER A JAILBREAK WITH A SIDE OF SHOTGUN?

And then the Jamaican guy pulls out the sauce. "It be opening doors to other worlds, mon," he days. We made him do it first, saw that he didn't die. It seemed to make him pretty happy and then - Dave, the guy, I know I didn't really see this, but the guy shrunk himself, made himself three feet tall. We all laughed our asses off, then he was back to normal again.' And you still tried that shit?' Are you kidding? How could I not?

Amy said, "So, you're making a flamethrower?" "Amy, we gotta be prepared. We don't know what we'll find in that place, but for all we know it could be the Devil himself." "David, what possible good is that thing gonna do?" "Oh, no, you didn't hear me. I said it's a flamethrower ." Girls.

You want to hear a story? Well, buckle the fuck up." From: What the Hell Did I Just Read

There were two spacemen right behind us, holding some kind of weapons on us that I didn't recognize. They were bulky and ended in some kind of slanted lens thing. I kinda wanted to get shot with one, just to see what it did.

John trotted up, carrying his satchel. "Yes. Wexler's gone. We need your car." "What? Why?" John circled around to the passenger-side door and said, "Car chase.

Well," I said. "Nothing to do right now but wander the fuck into that abandoned building, totally unarmed.

If you had to choose, and if you were not allowed to see either ahead of time and had no other information to go on, would you rather fight Mindcrow or Gonadulus?

Anyway, it's two in the morning and we're taking turns pissing off of the tower (rather than going at the same time, because we weren't raised by wolves).

This is my emergency kit. It contained a roll of duct tape, a spare pair of pants, an envelope with two hundred dollars, two bags of dried fruit, two packages of beef jerky, three bottles of water, a roll of thick shop towels you see mechanics use, a small metal pipe - just right for cracking a skull with - and a fake beard. Look, you never know.

Now, are you familiar with the Lord of the Rings?" Molech hesitated again, realizing he was playing someone else's game, but with no idea what else to do. He said, "Yeah, old horror movie about a ghost girl who crawls out of a television?" "No, this is the one with wizards and elves. Ends with the midgets fighting in a volcano? It

He tried to imagine Dave walking around the streets of Tokyo. It was like picturing RoboCop in Middle Earth—

He buckled his seat belt, which he always did because he never knew when he would need to ramp something. He made the engine growl and told the headlights to fuck the night.

Type of guy whose life had gone exactly as he'd expected it. I bet he'd never shot a delivery guy with a crossbow even once.