Quotes About Adventure

We don't know where we're going, but we're not going to stray from familiar paths.

One of the biggest regrets of life, I think, is a sense of having gone on the trip but missed the adventure.

The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek. (Joseph Campbell)

Stories are like a river that flows - you dip a bucket in it

And he's never met anyone like Harris, his unruly daredevil of a cousin.

This is the final book about Brian

The book is that is the good one is Woodsong and we are trying to finish it.

about four inches down, he suddenly came into a small chamber in the cool-damp sand and there lay eggs, many eggs, almost perfectly round eggs the size of table tennis balls, and he laughed then because he knew. It had been a turtle.

As if my whole life up to that time had somehow been safe and now I would ruin all that because, you know, catamarans flip over.

He had forgotten the most important thing about living in the wilderness, the one thing he'd thought he would never forget-expect the unexpected. What you didn't think would get you, would get you. Plan on the worst and be happy when it didn't come.

For those of you who wish to get a feel for it, get in the car and bring it up to fifty miles an hour and then stick your head and arms outside and, while driving, try to fold up a simple bath towel in the wind

Will, have you been paying attention to the number of times we had to go one passage farther than the first left? I've been trying to. Why? This place is really getting to me. I don't like the idea of spending the rest of my life down here. Will sighed. Relax, Sarah. Just lie down and go to sleep. Humor me and tell me how many times. Okay. Three. We've hit three dead ends. It's four, Will. I knew that. I was just checking to see if you were on your toes.

My name is Brian Robeson and I am thirteen years old and I am alone in the north woods of Canada. All

My name is Brian Robeson and I am thirteen years old and I am alone in the north woods of Canada.

hundred-mile

Russel] might not make it, he might die on the ice, but he would not die with fear. He would die working not to die...

There was a slashing, new, impossibly loud crack as lightning seemed to hit the shelter itself and Brian saw the top of the pine next to the opening suddenly explode and felt/saw the bolt come roaring down the tree, burning and splitting and splintering the wood and bark, and he saw it hit Derek.

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He had done food.

You never beat the game...You go in, take what you need, get out. Never stay too long and never, never try to whip the game. Stay there too long and they figure you out, start chewing at the corners on you, know your betting. Then maybe two, three of them get together and whipsaw you.

Hello to you too, he peed. Then he got into the canoe and slid off.

He had not slept the night before except to doze kneeling next to Derek, and he had worked hard all day on the raft getting it ready, and when the sun went down and the darkness caught him he could not believe how much he wanted to sleep.

Gary Paulsen

Gary Paulsen