Quotes About Adventure

Misty 2" was Bill Douglass, the operations officer and a laconic fellow who became famous for consistently neglecting marking rockets in favor of pointing the snout of his F-100 at a AAA battery and boring in with guns chattering.

Off we go into the wild blue yonder,Climbing high into the sun.

Wisdom, prudence, forethought, these are essential. But not second to these that noble courage which adventures the right, and leaves the consequences to God.

He concentrated on braking, shifting, accelerating. Death could not find him. He was moving too fast for it.

La juventud no es una etapa de la vida, sino un estado de ánimo [...] el predominio del valor sobre la timidez, del apetito por la aventura sobre el amor a la comodidad.

She had rode all morning

Everything so far was proceeding according to plan, and the next few days would see things get very exciting indeed.

translation. The first indication that Carroll

news when she got to her rental but then one

I spent a career finding interesting things to do with my life, and I've lived several lifetimes as a result.

My mother used to tell me that life is a lot like reading a book. You don't know what is going to happen next unless you turn the page and read to the ending. That's the beauty of reading. The journey.

life is a lot like reading a book. You don't know what is going to happen next unless you turn the page and read to the ending. That's the beauty of reading. The journey.

spent a career finding interesting things to do with my life, and I've lived several lifetimes as a result. I can add this to the

Spending two years on my uncle's ranch in Montana as a young man gave me the wisdom and the thrust to do westerns.

We have not been called to hold the fort, but to storm the heights.

I am a landless man...I come out of the sunset and into the sunrise I go, wherever the Lord doth guide my feet.

If I was wealthy I'd never do anything but poke around in ruined cities all over the world - and probably get snake-bit.

Well, let's go. If the people in that city are going to cut our throats they may as well do it now, before the heat of the day begins.

the mere fact of a black figure racing across the landscape carrying a white captive was bizarre enough

up in the glade, and notch an arrow.

Stand up naked in the storm! Shake back your mane and face the thunders and the giant winds that roar between the worlds. Face the rush of events, the gigantic Truths, the dizzying realities. Be one with the tempests, the roaring ocean, and the swirling constellations. A Thunder of Trumpets

In writing these yarns I've always felt less as creating them than as if I were simply chronicling his adventures as he told them to me. That's why they skip about so much, without following a regular order. The average adventurer, telling tales of a wild life at random, seldom follows any ordered plan, but narrates episodes widely separated by space and years, as they occur to him.

When my fictional characters can't slash and slog and litter the pages with one another's carcasses, I'm an utter flop as a tale-spinner.

Were we daring enough to take the "hero's journey" and become agents for the future? Or were our individual identities so dependent on our existing competencies and skills-and so entwined with the established structure-that change, deep or otherwise, was simply not an option?