Quotes About Exploration

I have found my church, and it is at the end of a long trail on a distant mountainship. It is there that I feel most at peace, entirely content and whole.

Each book is a mind alive, a life revealed, a world awaiting exploration, but living people are all those things, as well—and more, because their stories haven't yet been completely told.

Books were this wonderful escape for me because I could open a book and disappear into it, and that was the only way out of that house when I was a kid.

at it's best fiction is medicine.

The joys of life can be found anywhere. Far places only offer exotic ways to suffer.

wild are, in practice

So I drifted. Winds and currents decided where I went. Time became distance for me in the way it is for all mortals—I travelled down the road of life—and I did other things with my fingers than try to measure latitude.

There are two ways that you can learn about the world. You can travel or you can read.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness.

Spy (1973) Many years ago, I was sent to spy out the land beyond the age of thirty. And I stayed there and didn't go back to my senders, so as not to be made to tell about this land and made to lie.

I thought art was a verb, rather than a noun.

You climb the mountains or visit the wilderness but leave no trace of having been there.

Yes, wilderness for its own sake, without any need to justify it for human benefit.

The future's another country, man... And I still ain't got a passport.

She could never simply sit somewhere and let time pass, she had to be learning something.

Sometimes it is when we stop trying to understand or interrogate apparently 'absurd' phenomena - like the category of the 'new' in art- that we become more open to them.

Together we entered this new space that now opened up between people, a connection with no precise beginning or end, that was always potentially open, and my mother was one of the first people I knew to understand this and exploit it fully.

Even if you fear it you're curious to see it.

After all, you can storm the house of a novel like Barthes, rearranging the furniture as you choose, or you can enter on your knees, like the pilgrim Nabokov thought you were, and try to figure out the cunning design of the place - the house will stand either way.

I saw a bush taxi rumble down the one good road in the moonlight. Kids hung from it even at this hour, and three young men lay on their bellies on its roof, holding down a mattress with the weight of their own bodies. I felt that wave of absurdity, of pointlessness, that usually caught me in the earliest hours.

It was wonderful country that faced him, cedar, piñon and sage, colored hills and flats, walls of yellow rock stretch away, and dim purple mountains all around. If his keen eyes did not deceive him there was a bunch of wild horses grazing on top of the first hill.

Red Lake must be his Rubicon. Either he must enter the unknown to seek, to strive, to find, or turn back and fail and never know and be always haunted.

The windows of the

he set out for Berkeley County, Virginia, to tell his people of the magnificent country he had discovered.