Quotes About Exploration

As he did with the electric eels, Scott is trying to figure out a way to induce the toads to show themselves. How? "You need to get within the mind of the toad," he says.

To dive beneath the surface feels like entering the Earth's vast, dreaming subconscious.

Many times you may feel the urge to sit down and start writing a screenplay but you don't really know what to write about. So you go looking for a subject. Just know that when you're looking for your subject, your subject is really looking for you. You'll find it someplace, at some time, probably when you're least expecting it. It will be yours to follow through on or not, as you choose.

I'd like to pay your palms the same favor that you pay these pages, searching them for grooves and images and the secret signs of hunger, as you may scan these words for hidden messages. The lines of your hand might be a guide to your gifts for pleasure, or a clue to where you'll take me, or a map of where I might take you.

fondle a plump plastic-wrapped volume, crack it's often-cracked back and spread open the pages. Swallow what's in there, whatever it is. Devour the words.

This was, of course, the tenth or hundredth beauty of loving someone new: you were introduced to books you had not read before

What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?

I'm a guy who finds the expedition itself more worthwhile than the treasure. One can last forever; the other is the end of the road.

That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.

Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Yet I am not a cretin: lame, blind, and stupid.

I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.

How many different deaths I can die?

I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

I'm not afraid of being lost. We all wander off from time to time. It's the fear of never quite finding myself that keeps me up at night.

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

I also had a dim idea that if I walked the streets of New York by myself all night something of the city's mystery and magnificence might rub off on me at last. But I gave it up.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.