Quotes About Exploration

Sir William Curzon Wyllie?

Robert Masello

clambered to the top of a pile of ruins, feeling his way over broken bricks and burnt timbers and shattered glass. His

Tao Te Ching: "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Your brain loves questions and won't reject them . . . unless the question is so big it triggers fear.

When life gets scary and difficult, we tend to look for solutions in places where it is easy or at least familiar to do so, and not in the dark, uncomfortable places where real solutions might lie.

So, you never can tell what will happen when you learn to play the harmonica.

Creativity isn't learning the right answers but asking the strongest questions.

Story isn't a flight from reality but a vehicle that carries us on our search for reality

A working imagination is research.

You may think you know, but you don't know you know until you can write it down. Research is not daydreaming. Explore your past, relive it, then write it down. In your head it's only memory, but written down it becomes working knowledge. Now with the bile of fear in your belly, write an honest, one-of-a-kind scene.

First, the discovery of a world we do not know.

Second, once inside this alien world, we find ourselves. Deep within these characters and their conflicts we discover our own humanity.

Generally, great writers are not eclectic. Each tightly focuses his oeuvre on one idea, a single subject that ignites his passion, a subject he pursues with beautiful variation through a lifetime of work.

in truth there's only one story. In essence we have told one another the same tale, one way or another, since the dawn of humanity, and that story could be usefully called the Quest. All stories take the form of a Quest.

We rarely know where we are going; writing is a discovery.

It is a matter of going beyond the comfort of your current realities and into the realm of new possibilities for your life.

We were now looking for larger projects that were far beyond our comfort zone.

Where the slanting forest eaves, Shingled tight with greenest leaves, Sweep the scented meadow-sedge, Let us snoop along the edge; Let us pry in hidden nooks, Laden with our nature books, Scaring birds with happy cries, Chloroforming butterflies, Rooting up each woodland plant, Pinning beetle, fly, and ant, So we may identify What we've ruined, by-and-by.

The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire

Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us; Let us journey to a lonely land I know. There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us, And the Wild is calling, calling...let us go

Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting So much as just finding the gold. It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder, It's the forests where silence has lease; It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder, It's the stillness that fills me with peace.

There's a land—oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back—and I will.

Freeleng!" Wilcox