Quotes About Exploration

On the other side is chaos, libertinism, vice, danger and the unknown. And the unknown will always remain so to those who do not choose to explore it.

A port city relies on its relationship to elsewhere.

For the unholy trinity of Bobs: Bloch, Heinlein, and Traurig— may I meet them on the banks of The River, where we'll board the fabulous Riverboat

Maybe I'll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place where no living thing would go. Not unless it felt that the end had come.

It isn't a brute instinct that keeps us restless and dissatisfied. I'll tell you what it is: it's the highest goal of man - the need to grow and advance . . . to find new things . . . to expand. To spread out, reach areas, experiences, comprehend and live in an evolving fashion. To push aside routine and repetition, to break out of mindless monotony and thrust forward. To keep moving on . . .

And yet, even if one person finds his way … that means there is a Way. Even if I personally fail to reach it.

Even if all life on our planet is destroyed, there must be other life somewhere which we know nothing of. It is impossible that ours is the only world; there must be world after world unseen by us, in some region or dimension that we simply do not percieve.

So you want to have gone to Mars. Very good.

She sighed. Oh, God, to be in the flyship cruising through the void. That's what I long for: an infinite void. With no human voices, no human smells, no human jaws masticating plastic chewing gum in nine iridescent colors.

When I was a child I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. Now I must seek in other realms.

I've never found a live, wild animal. It must be a fantastic experience to look down and see something living scuttling along. Maybe it'll happen someday to me like it did him.

One seeks to contravene one's perceptions - why? So that one can wander utterly lost, without signposts or guide?

Não podemos conhecer a totalidade das respostas. Não nos é possível ver para diante, por nossa conta e risco

Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything.

Once, he thought, I would have seen the stars. Years ago. But now it's only the dust; no one has seen a star in years, at least not from Earth. Maybe I'll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place where no living thing would go. Not unless it felt that the end had come.

No es un instinto animal lo que nos hace sentirnos insatisfechos. Les diré lo que es: la aspiración más alta del hombre, la necesidad de crecer y progresar..., de encontrar cosas nuevas..., horizontes nuevos. De extenderse y conquistar nuevos territorios, nuevas experiencias; de comprender y vivir en una evolución permanente. De dejar de lado la rutina y la repetición, de romper la insensata monotonía de la costumbre e ir adelante, y no detenerse...

I will go, he said to himself. Before I die I'll see Mars.

He was interested in only one thing: turning out the best job he could, with the skill he possessed. For us, that skill has opened up a whole universe, endless galaxies and systems to explore. Worlds without end. Unlimited, untouched worlds.

Needless to say, the realization had never penetrated to Fat's mind that Sherri sought out this kind of abode. Her dingy surroundings came as a result of her affliction, not as a cause; she could recreate these conditions wherever she went—which Fat eventually discovered.

A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope. Falling into an indeterminable ennui.

Loitering on Earth

In our time we maintain colonies on Mars, on Luna; we're perfecting workable interstellar flight—these people have not been able to cope with the Dust Bowl of Oklahoma. This

He built, and the more he built the more he enjoyed building. By now the city was over eighty miles deep and five miles in diameter. The whole island had been converted into a single vast city that honeycombed and interlaced farther each day. Eventually it would reach the land beyond the ocean; then the work would begin in earnest.

All day I searched shopwindows, record bins, bookstores, even a Greek bakery for a hint of what I can't say.