Quotes About Exploration

Coffee and humanity both sprang from the same area in eastern Africa. What if some of those early ape-men nibbled on the bright red berries? What if the resulting mental stimulation opened them up to a new way of looking at old problems, much as it did Europeans? Could this group of berry nibblers be the Missing Link, and that memory of the bright but bitter-tasting fruit be the archetype for the story of the Garden of Eden?

To achieve anything, you must be prepared to dabble on the boundary of disaster.

There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams.

And I remember as a second or third grader having some autonomy to go to the store if I felt like it, walk home, take my time, kick the can. We were on our own schedule after school, so that was cool.

I had discovered that the concentration required for crossing new territory seemed to quell the phantoms, dim their shapes, and silence their whispers, which was probably the real reason why I had not headed back to Taparak when the weather turned.

There is something out there for me, he thought, and then he chided himself for the melodrama of the idea. There is something out there for everyone, everywhere, if they have the courage to look. He knew he was no different from anyone else. Perhaps he had simply become the victim of calenture, and had not realised it. He did not feel fevered and yet his compulsion was undeniably mazy.

Was it an awakening to the bizarreness of the world that instigated their flight, or was curiosity a consequence of their running away?

I envy the fact that soon you will have your first sight of Mewt, of Jessapur and other countries. That first experience cannot be repeated-the foreign scent of a place, the newness of its sunsets, dawns, and twilights, the ambience of its nights, the perfume of its days, the secret knowledge that hangs in the very air waiting to be discovered or reveal itself.

Were there any places in this shunned landscape that bloomed with colour and life?

You are an ingenuous little terranaut, who is having a series of grubby adventures.

After what seemed an hour of disorienting scrabbling, I managed to claw my way through the leaping bodies and stumbled into the city beyond them.

In any case, a world without toys would be a terribly dull place.

They had come here seeking the past, and maybe they had found it. But not in the way they'd imagined.

I thought my seach was over. I'm tired of travelling, of looking for invisible things.

You don't mean to say you're going to abandon your quest for knowledge? I thought you wanted to unravel the enigmas of the world single-handed!

Was his purpose in being here simply to find a new, more impulsive side to himself? He would be the first to admit that might be an improvement.

Neither of them particularly understood what they were feeling because they were very innocent and neither of them had any idea what the strange sensations in their bodies could mean or how they could be satisfied.

A renegade burned out among the stars last night.

His way might be the right way. It is certainly one way. Why not let him proceed and see what happens?

I would honour you, young terranaut, so lie down passively while I acquaint myself with the exquisite contours of your flesh.

I want this man and the things he might teach me.

The next journey, the next story, he thought.

Othman prowled the lanes of Little Moor, dragging his intentions behind him like smoke.

How fortunate to find these creatures here; their acquaintance might provide more experience than he could have hoped for.