Tomorrow, I need you to die.

We screamed this primeval scream built on a base of freedom, raised from beauty of a dying breed, and threw our heads back to laugh or cry, I’m not entirely sure which. But the scream...

To venture causes anxiety, but not to venture is to lose one’s self…. And to venture in the highest is precisely to be conscious of one’s self.

There is no certainty; there is only adventure.

The smell of dead fish lingered in the air, and excited flies darted from fish to fish lapping up the decay.

Through a strange kind of geographic arrogance, Europeans like to think that the world was a silent, dark, unknown place until they trooped out and discovered it.

Settling is not a destination, rather a vacation rental staring at an endless sea that dares you to cross its waves.

When you knock my heart a voice echoes ‘welcome to the jungle’ and once you are inside you meet Ghosts

So much better for you to long for what you can never have, than to get it and have to face the reality of it. I assure you, when you realize the reality of this...

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the...

Why, I’d like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.

Ben invented mathematical theories that even he didn’t manage to remember and wrote such bizarre tales of adventure that he ended up destroying them a week after they were finished, embarrassed at the thought that...

What is this spirit in man that urges him forever to depart from happiness and security, to toil, to place himself in danger, even to risk a reasonable certainty of death? It dawned upon me...

If ever it’s necessary to ride the bandwagon, it’s done with one leg swinging out and eyes scoping the fields.

They hammered on the outer gate and called, but there was at first no answer; and then to their surprise someone blew a horn, and the lights in the windows went out. A voice shouted...

What are you Tarzan?” he asked aloud. “An ape or a man? If you are an ape, you will do as the apes do – leave one of your kind in the jungle to die...

You’re not traveling if you already know everything.

She’s young and the world’s wide open.

Oh, Valkyrie, you have no idea.” Tell me then.

He simply preferred the sensation of soil beneath his feet and wind in his hair, of fresh, non-recycled air which carried on it the scent and taste of life. He preferred what was solid and...

Motionless we traverse countries we fancy we see, and your thought, blending with the fiction, playing with the details, follows the outline of the adventures. It mingles with the characters, and it seems as if...

Many will call me an adventurer – and that I am, only one of a different sort: one of those who risks his skin to prove his platitudes.

He turned to take one last look at the Old People’s Home that – until a few moments ago – he had thought would be his last residence on Earth, and then he told himself...

I’m still a kid inside, and adventure is adventure wherever you find it.

When we did go inside, it was kind of like an adventure in there with the way we shot the ball a few times to see if we could get it up on the glass....

While National Geographic magazine had given me a taste of the world, the three-dimensional details of this moment – the tickle of the rain drops, the suck sound of my feet in the mud, the...

Get out of your mind and become crazy about your future in a creative way!

For Honor and the Octagon!

I knew at that point I was more than capable of loving Jack – I was meant to.

If there is no adventure in your life, it is as if you live no life! Adventure is the real soul of man; without it, He is a stub!

Kat had already seen the amazing things God had done on her adventure so far, and she could hardly wait for the next chapter.

He didn’t say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I’d been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat...

I’m an adventurer, looking for treasure

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum

Growing up is the greatest adventure of all.

Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity.And if this is humanity’s last war, then I am the battlefield.

It was definitely a new way of life for people who had become so used to being entertained by televisions, computers and technology.” -from Day After Disaster

Here was the puppeteer who was pulling strings all over the Empire. Didn’t he know that the Fates were the only ones who could tweak the threads of destiny?

There was still a bit of sunshine in the sky, not that it mattered. High treetops and reaching branches entombed us from above in a dark coffin. It was still in the afternoon. We had...

. . . the pain itself made Puddleglum’s head for a moment perfectly clear and he knew exactly what he really thought. . . ‘One word, Ma’am,’ he said, coming back from the fire; limping,....

A dark shadow rose from the depth of the watercourse. Forced to crawl out of the oceans rolling waves, it struggled against the pull of the undertow. Rising, it moved further up the white sandy...

Always choose the adventure … unless, it’s chilly outside and there’s a cup of warm coffee resting near a book and comfy sofa.

Every month we do a bold adventure. This is the golden age of space exploration.

[She had] a gay adventuresome spirit that was never to die, though it led her into curious places and she often found, at the end, only a trackless waste from which she had to retrace...

It is a very strange sensation to inexperience youth to feel itself quite alone the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevented...

Before you know it you’ll be my age telling your own granddaughter the story of your life and you wanna make it an interesting one, don’t you? You wanna be able to tell her some...

I come from a place where everyone has great power, by your standards, and they steadfastly refuse to use it for self-aggrandizement … anywhere … ever.

What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean...

Starting now,

I feel sad for the people who I hear always plan, plan, plan the next day’s event to occur. Life only stands still for them.