Quotes About Discovery

Art is a kind of mining, he said. The artist a variety of prospector searching for the sparkling silver of meaning in the earth.

Welcome to Neverland," Peter said, as if this were supposed to be a big surprise. Darla took her hand away from his. "It's smaller than I thought it would be," she said. This time she looked right at him.

Somewhere becomes a nightmare. I knock on no doors, make no phone calls. Nowhere becomes my destination. You can find it on the blank spaces of any free map in any old store. Just turn a corner of your mind, and it's there.

The way I see it, life is a jelly doughnut. You don't really know what it's about until you bite into it. And then, just when you decided it's good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best T-shirt.

It's been almost a month since you found a body. I knew you were due. Carl Costanza - Seven Up

Omygod, I haven't got years. I'll have to hide in the Bat Cave." "Once you go to the Bat Cave it's forever, babe." Eeek.

life is a jelly donut. You don't really know what it's about till you bite into it. And then, just when you decide it's good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best t-shirt.

I checked out the wine. Screw cap. The greatest invention since fire.

The way I see it, life is a jelly doughnut. You don't really know what it's about until you bite into it. And then, just when you decide it's good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best T-shirt. My

Congratulations. You caught yourself a Munchkin.

I was hungry, too. I didn't know what I was

Ten thousand dollars for finding one guy? What's the catch?" "Sometimes they don't want to be found, and they shoot at you.

You're thinking I wasn't in a hurry to get out into the real world? On the contrary. The real world is where you find it.

Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

Who was I, really? I was the sole occupant of my mother's totalitarian state, my own personal history rewritten to fit the story she was telling that day. There were so many missing pieces. I was starting to find some of them, working my way upriver, collecting a secret cache of broken memories in a shoebox.

Don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

I felt on the verge of something, a mystery that surrounded me like gauze, something I was beginning to unwind.

don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other. One

Her name was Lost. Her name was Nobody's Daughter.

I must go down to the seas again to find where I buried the hatchet with Yesterday.

I had a cousin once who lived in your dictionary, inside the binding, and there was a tiny hole which he used for a door, and it led out between trichotomy and trick. Now what do you think of that? It was only a few minutes walk to trigger, then over the page to trinity, trinket and trional, and there my cousin used to fall asleep.

The strain of constant adaptation to so many fearful events and discoveries is already too much to bear with sanity; one has to keep pretending to slip successfully into the new mould; a time will come when the tailored and camouflaged mind breaks beneath the burden; the stick insect in our brains no longer cares to resemble a twig on the same habitual human tree in the mere hope that it may survive extinction.