Quotes About Exploration

Kate Grenville

Suddenly I was in the middle of things. There were late nights staggering home from the pub, days of bumping into my friends in the street and going off for long afternoons of coffee and pool. Parties where I knew everyone. I was kissed up against walls, missed classes because I was in bed with a lanky, dreadlocked boy. We all had our noses pierced.

his shoulder and ducked into the cave. He called, "Honey, I'm home!" I crept closer to the mouth of the cave. A terrible damp smell came from inside. I took a last breath of fresh air and plunged in after Typhon. In the dim light I spied a second monster. She was big, but nowhere near Typhon's size.

drove up to earth.

Pas a pas se va luenh.

Pas a pas, se va luenh. Step by step, we make our way.

I try to be interested in very nearly everything. I always think boredom is to some extent the fault of the bored.

As soon as I began to earn what might be called fairly large sums, I bought a car and began to explore the country around New York.

Devote a year to sampling tea foods and condiments from around the world

I'm always on the lookout for new and interesting places to set my books. But as the characters come first, who they are will usually dictate where a book is set.

You can also volunteer or freelance in certain fields to gain a feel for them and measure your response.

by researching, talking to people, etc.), and see which area not only fits well but also could pay off.

Here's a thought. What if we were to . 

He looked at the sky once more. Men had gone out there, he thought in wonder, and couldn't think why. Singly and in small groups they had gone into strange lands, across wide seas, had climbed mountains where no human foot had ever trod. And he couldn't think why they had done these things. What impulse had driven them from their own kind to perish alone, or among strangers.

And to-day how could a man think whole-heartedly of mechanism, even though it was his proper and satisfactory job, when by walking a mile or two and crawling down a hole, he could get in touch with lost civilisations and the thought-mechanism of complex human beings?

A person needs at intervals to separate himself from family and companions and go to new places. He must go without his familiars in order to be open to influences, to change.

Poets dream of being archaeologists, as if their lives were sedimentary, like rocks. Poets don't mind getting down and dirty with the past.

Submerging the body in water while washing it was a lost practice, and people recovered it gropingly and tentatively. That a doctor would write an article in 1861 called "Baths and How to Take Them" may seem slightly comical to us, but her audience was grateful for professional guidance through unfamiliar territory.

What if . . . you come to the wild and discover that it is not wild at all? What if half the world is here before you?

I closed my eyes, put my right hand on top of the book, and passed it lightly across the cover. It was cool and smooth like a stone from the bottom of the brook, and it stilled me. A whole other world is inside there, I thought to myself, and that's where I want to be.

Going to the Upper East Side is like taking a trek to the Himalayas practically.

Liz used to joke that when she was an undergrad at Cornell, she and the girls in her sorority would play "Homeless? Or tenured professor?" while driving around the streets of Ithaca. It was a hard game.

si nous avons assez d'une chose, à tort ou à raison, nous n'avons qu'à nous occuper d'une autre ; rien ne nous oblige à la vilipender ; qui s'est trop occupé d'Aristote peut aller jouer du violon

The science of our time knows how to measure galaxies and split atoms, but it is incapable of the least investigation beyond the sensible world, so much so that outside its self-imposed but unrecognized limits it remains more ignorant than the most rudimentary magic