Quotes About Exploration

We were all nomads once, and crossed the deserts and the seas on tracks that could not be detected, but were clear to those who knew the way. Since settling down and rooting like trees, but without the ability to make use of the wind to scatter our seed, we have found only infection and discontent.

I want to touch you.' 'And if you did touch me, what then?' 'I would find a language of beginning.

A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through.

The cities of the interior are vast and do not lie on any map.

A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road.

And if the road leads nowhere?' He shrugged. 'Turn your Nowhere into Somewhere.

where will we go next, when there are no more wildernesses?

Somewhere between the swamp and the mountains. Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the Devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse.

The wider we read the freer we become.

I came to this city to escape.

My own heart, like this wild place, has never been visited, and I do not know whether it could sustain life.

First there is the forest and inside the forest the clearing and inside the clearing the cabin and inside the cabin the mother and inside the mother the child and inside the child the mountain.

It took me a long time to realise that there are two kinds of writing; the one you write and the one that writes you. The one that writes you is dangerous. You go where you don't want to go. You look where you don't want to look.

On the top of the hill looking out over the town I wanted to see further than anybody had seen. That wasn't arrogance; it was desire. I was all desire, desire for life.

It is the poet who goes further than any human scientist. The poet who with her dredging net must haul up difficult things and return them to the present.

The curious are always in some danger.

Not so. Fold up the maps and put away the globe. If someone else had charted it, let them. Start another drawing with whales at the bottom and cormorants at the top, and in between identify, if you can, the places you have not found yet on those other maps, the connections obvious only to you. Round and flat, only a very little has been discovered.

Fold up the maps and put away the globe. If someone else had charted it, let them. Start another drawing with whales at the bottom and cormorants at the top, and in between identify, if you can, the places you have not found yet on those other maps, the connections obvious only to you. Round and flat, only a very little has been discovered.

When I was born I became the visible corner of a folded map.

travelling the world and the seven seas

The trouble with books is that you don't know what's in them 'till is too late

The maze. Find your own way through and you shall win your heart's desire. Fail and you will wander for ever in these unforgiving walls.

What could he know at two months old, head like a question mark?