Quotes About Exploration

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).

a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.

it's all the same to me as long as it can be exciting and goes around the world.

What's Your Road, Man?

Does this mean that frontiers from now on are to be in the imagination?

He knew the road would get more interesting, especially ahead, always ahead.

He doesn't need any money , all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.

Texas is undeniable...We were already almost out of America and yet definitely in it and in the middle of where it's maddest.

All that hitchhikin All that railroadin All that comin back to America

a traveling epic Hunkey, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, and keep rolling under the stars

Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back.

I was going to grow up to walk in sleet in fields...

There is nowhere to go but everywhere.

The innumerable worlds in the Milky Way, words.

Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain...

I wanta swim in rivers and drink goatmilk and talk with priests and just read Chinese books and amble around the valleys talking to farmers and their children.

We had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

I went off with him for no reason.

I've got my full rucksack pack and it's spring, I'm going to go Southwest to the dry land, to the long lone land of Texas and Chihuahua and the gay streets of Mexico night, music coming out of doors, girls, wine, weed, wild hats, viva! What does it matter? Like the ants that have nothing to do but dig all day, I have nothing to do but what I want and be kind and remain nevertheless uninfluenced by imaginary judgments and pray for the light.

He and I suddenly saw the whole country like an oyster for us to open; and the pearl was there, the pearl was there.

I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut

Dobbiamo andare e non fermarci finché non siamo arrivati. - Dove andiamo? - Non lo so, ma dobbiamo andare.

Cos'è quella sensazione che si prova quando ci si allontana in macchina dalle persone e le si vede recedere nella pianura fino a diventare macchioline e disperdersi? È il mondo troppo grande che ci sovrasta, è l'Addio. Ma intanto, ci si proietta in avanti verso una nuova, folle avventura sotto il cielo.