Quotes About Adventure

Wandering's the most addictive drug there is, I think, and every hidden road leads on to a dozen more.

Close your eyes and click your heals three times...because there's no place like Dome.

The road, and the mysteries that lie along it, calls out to none as it calls to the young.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. June 19, 1970–April 7, 2004:

My friend wants to get moving and so do I,' Eddie said. 'We've got miles to go yet.' I know that. It's on your face, son. Like a scar.' Eddie was fascinated by the idea of duty and ka as something that left a mark, something that might look like decoration to one eye and disfigurement to another. Outside, thunder cracked and lightning flashed.

The rest of it - and perhaps the best of it - is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you're brave enough to start, you will.

The boat dipped and swayed and sometimes took on water, but it did not sink; the two brothers had waterproofed it well. I do not know where it finally fetched up, if it ever did; perhaps it reached the sea and sails there forever, like a magic boat in a fairytale. All I know is that it was still afloat and still running on the breast of the flood when it passed te incorporated town limits of Derry, Maine, and there it passes out of this tale forever.

Worlds which had trembled for a moment in their orbits now steadied, and in one of those worlds, in a desert that was the apotheosis of all deserts, a man named Roland turned over in his bedroll and slept easily once again beneath the alien constellations.

Death, but not for you, gunslinger.

Climb aboard, Jonesy. I'm going to send you up where the air is rare and the view is much more than fair.

It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.

Women buy stuff at sales for the same reason men climb mountains—because they're there.

Roland of Gilead responded as he ever had and ever would when such useless, mystifying questions were raised: 'Ka.

We go to seek a better world. May you find one, as well.

The soul of a man such as you can never leave the west.

In that instant she knew what it must feel like to cross a river into a foreign country, and then set fire to the bridge behind you, and stand on the riverbank, watching and breathing deeply as your only chance of retreat went up in smoke.

Stories take a person away. If they're good ones, that is.

The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed.

Try any goddam thing you like, no matter how boringly normal or outrageous. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, toss it. Toss it even if you love it.

he never forgot that sweet, violent feeling of having touched some great adventure, of having looked for a moment at some beautiful white light that was, in fact, every color of the rainbow.

Strap it on whenever it's possible.

I denied Discordia and regret nothing; I have spat into the bodiless eyes of the Crimson King and rejoice; I threw my lot with the gunslinger and the White and never once questioned the choice.

Curiosity killed the cat, you know, but satisfaction brought him back snap-ass happy.

Come on, big guy. Let's go for a ride. Let's cruise.