Quotes About Exploration

She came right up to the side of the building as if she were coming round its corner and simply sort of reading the sign because that's what she was, a girl reading the world.

Brave old world.

Els punts i final ens agraden: les simetries, trobar sentit al que no en té -¿és potser aquesta, la gran tasca de la literatura: explicar-nos el món per fer-nos creure que té sentit?

All who wander are not lost!

How It Works: The Human Body, by Kate Barnes and Steve Weston. It's a children's "atlas of the human body

Anywhere But Here,

I've lived a thousand lives just by reading a book

Perhaps they're opening up a world I'm only just starting to see the edges of. An adult world. It's scary and I don't like it.

You cannot approach this from logic. You have to approach this from the most wild depths of your imagination.

The constant happiness is curiosity.

People's lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, and unfathomable – deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.

People are curious. A few people are. ... They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.

I went to a place like another planet where I felt good without wanting something.

I want to migrate, but there's nowhere left to go. If I could only find an unclaimed space.

I wanted something different—Or is this it?

I want to live here, where nothing coheres. Who'd be in ordinary life, working or shopping, looking forward to whatever it turns out it's about

Have you forgotten yourself enough to come with me?

up we ascend past the constellations of dawn

I want to move to the new country right now.

I'm the being who isn't planetary; we have traveled beyond our world, to sit in a paper forest lit by jewel-light.

Deeper and deeper. No more lyric po- ems or love affairs.

O mapa é um diagrana de sentido/propósito disposto no espaço-tempo.

What I love is one foot in front of another. South-south-west and down the contours. I go slipping between Black Ridge and White Horse Hill into a bowl of the moor where echoes can't get out listen a lark spinning around one note splitting and mending it and I find you in the reeds, a trickle coming out of a bark, a foal of a river

three people in raincoats losing their tracks in the snow walking as far as the edge and back again with the trees exhausted tapping at the sky