Quotes About Adventure

When I was a child I read books for entertainment and information; I now think of books as lifeboats.

June a good time to go off into the world

He was in the jovial mood, as he sometimes phrased it, of the literarily inclined escaped convict.

One day she say to me, Well, Miss Celie, I believe it time for me to go. When? I ast. Early next month, she say. June. June a good time to go off into the world.

June. June is a good time to go off into the world.

They'd been attacked by lions, stampeded by elephants, flooded out by rains, made war on by "natives." The tales they told were simply incredible. There they sat on a heavily antimacassared horsehair sofa, two prim and proper ladies in ruffles and lace, telling these stupendous stories over tea.

but the often observed increased involvement of fathers in the toddler years may be linked to findings that fathers as a group are more likely than mothers to promote the adventurous exploration and challenging play that toddlers are now ready to join.

You are wilder than you know.

Some witches, the very brave ones, are not afraid of humans." "And some humans, the very brave ones, are not afraid to fly.

I'm not courting death; I've far too many books left to read.

I want to be someone so filled with curiosity and determination that I trundle around foreign cities looking for obscure pieces of a puzzle that might help me understand who I am, and still be game for Zumba when I'm eighty.

This was her version of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll—dating a chalk artist, and teaching school.

Frank Sinatra on the sound system. "Fly Me to the Moon.

It's starting to snow," Kitty announced excitedly. "Do you suppose we will all be able to get back home all right? Washington gets so confused when it snows.

You too must seek the sun...

Hairy Mammal whaddya want

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, ...

I'll get drunk & give no shit, & not be a Messiah. - New York to San Fran

Becoming a parent was like trying to build a boat while you were at sea.

the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

Most little girls in England grow up wanting to marry a prince. Bex grew up wanting to kick James Bond's butt and assume his double-0 ranking.

You really saw some? Liz said an hour later. Sure, we had the stereo blaring and the shower running, but Liz still whispered, They really...exist? Liz, I whispered back, they're not unicorns. No, Bex said flatly, they're boys. And they're...good.

I think it's kinda nice.' And I did. my mom isn't famous for her pies. No, she's famous for defusing a nuclear device in Brussels with only a pair of cuticle scissors and a ponytail holder. Somehow, at the moment, pies seemed cooler.

Hiding is for amateurs.