Quotes About Exploration

There are two kinds of people in the world, those who leave home, and those who don't.

There are two kinds of people in the world, those who leave home, and those who don't. I'm a proud member of the first category.

The thing people don't understand is that touring or travelling or whatever you do in my position means you go to all these cool places all over the world, but you see everything from a car window. You don't get to see much of the city or meet people at all.

You dont even know where I start.

that a ship is a book that can ferry you away to distant worlds.

You, I hope, are one of those explorers. You, I hope, found these sheets of copper and deciphered the words engraved on their surfaces. And whether or not your brain is impelled by the air that once impelled mine, through the act of reading my words, the patterns that form your thoughts become an imitation of the patterns that once formed mine. And in that way I live again, through you.

Science is not just the search for the truth," he said. "It's the search for purpose.

I have journeyed all the way to the edge of the world, and seen the solid chromium wall that extends from the ground up into the infinite sky.

Science is not just the search for the truth," he said. "It's the search for purpose." And I had no response. I had always assumed those were one and the same, but what if they aren't? I don't know what to think now. It frightens me to imagine that you have never been listening at all.

He offered an explanation, speaking of his search for tiny pores in the skin of reality, like the holes that worms bore into wood, and how upon finding one he was able to expand and stretch it the way a glassblower turns a dollop of molten glass into a long-necked pipe, and how he then allowed time to flow like water at one mouth while causing it to thicken like syrup at the other.

Science is not just the search for the truth," he said. "It's the search for purpose." And I had no response.

There were no other conspicuous orifices; perhaps their mouth was their anus too. Those sorts of questions would have to wait.

Marco and Polo take a reading class with Jax and a few others, and they seem to enjoy it well enough. None of the digients was raised on bedtime stories, so text doesn't fascinate them the way it does human children, but their general curiosity—along with the praise of their owners—motivates them to explore the uses that text can be put to.

Which is why I have written this account. You, I hope, are one of those explorers. You, I hope, found these sheets of copper and deciphered the words engraved on their surfaces. And whether or not your brain is impelled by the air that once impelled mine, through the act of reading my words, the patterns that form your thoughts become an imitation of the patterns that once formed mine. And in that way I live again, through you.

They watch as Zaff sorts through the leaf litter, extracts a leaf decayed to near transparency, and holds it up to his face to look through it, a mask of vegetable lace.

Dive deep. Drown willingly

Growl it, smear it, flat it, sharp it, do anything you want to it.

inquiries. You will feel it in the music and cherish it as the most magical part of the jazz idiom. If you don't, you can always leave the jazz club and check out a rock or pop covers band. That's perfect entertainment for people who want to live in the realm of perfect replication. Jazz, in

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

Everywhere seems bigger before you learn your way around. Take high school for instance.

I hump the wild to take it all in, there is no bag limit on happiness.

I am learning, as I make my way through my first continent, that it is remarkably easy to do things, and much more frightening to contemplate them.

Everything in this picture I took with me, except the tires. They were sent on. And the umbrella? That was the photographer's, but eventually I did get one of my own, and it was remarkably useful. I strapped it alongside, under the saddle and over a box on my right. On the left side I carried a sword, but that's another story...

So our journey became for me also an inquiry into my own psyche, which is what all the best journeys become.