Quotes About Exploration

Nothing, believe me, nothing is more satisfying to me personally than getting a great idea and then beatin' it to death.

Let loose the lines holding you to the shore and sail into the deep.

I never know what the hell I'm writing about, I never know what the next thing I'm writing about is, I never have a plan.

I loved fantasy, but I particularly loved the stories in which somebody got out of where they were and into somewhere better - as in the 'Chronicles Of Narnia ' 'The Wizard Of Oz ' 'The Phantom Tollbooth ' the 'Dungeons &amp Dragons' cartoon on Saturday morning in the '80s.

The process of learning is a nonstop orgy of wonderment.

The danger would be going back, or staying still. The only way out was through. The past was ruins, but the present was still in play.

You're all so obsessed with other worlds, you're so convinced that this one is crap and everywhere else is great, but you've never bothered to figure out what's going on here!

but a book that did what books always promised to do and never actually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into somewhere better.

When the oldest Chatwin, melancholy Martin, opens the cabinet of the grandfather clock that stands in a dark, narrow back hallway in his aunt's house and slip through into Fillory...it's like he's opening the covers of a book, but a book that did what books always promised to do and never ac tually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into something better.

He wanted to stick his finger in it and see what happened. Some story, some quest, started here, and he wanted to go on it. It felt fresh and clean and unsafe, nothing like the heavy warm lard of palace life. The protective plastic wrap had been peeled off

Plum guessed it stood to reason that out of all these billions of books at least one of them had to be dragon porn.

Earth or Fillory, did it even matter? What was the huge conundrum? Everywhere you looked there was so much richness, you could never exhaust it.

He was experimenting cautiously with the idea of being happy, dipping an uncertain toe into those intoxicatingly carbonated waters.

a book that did what books always promised to do and never actually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into somewhere better.

I never went back to my room. I took the Fung Wah bus from South Station.

it's like he's opening the covers of a book, but a book that did what books always promised to do and never actually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into somewhere better.

who hadn't at some point in his life wanted to climb to the top of a sailing ship in full flight?

would have to find something else, he thought mazily. Something new. Couldn't stay here anymore. Couldn't go back. Only forward.

It wasn't time yet. You'll find it again, if you look hard enough.

With the traditional Australian's indifference to personal dryness and venomous underwater predators, she dived right in.

We shall now seek that which we shall not find. —Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte D'Arthur

Lev Grossman

Of course I'm not sure," he said. "That's why you go. To find out if it's enough. You just have to be sure you want to find out.

She was too tired to feel anything more, she wanted a book to do to her what books did: take away the world, slide it aside for a little bit, and let her please, please, just be somewhere else and somebody else.