Quotes about Adventure

As I was hiking down the mountain with my pack I turned and I knelt on the trail and said Thank you, shack. The I added Blah with a little grin, because I knew that shack and that mountain would know what that meant, and turned and went on down the trail back to this world

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars...

Actually we were; the car was swaying as Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank tranced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.

I did everything with that great mad joy you get when you return to New York City.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!

On rails we leaned and looked at the great brown father of waters rolling down from mid-America like the torrent of broken souls

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain

We gotta go and never stop till we get there. Where we going, man? I don't know but we gotta go.

Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life!

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

I don't know what my path is yet. I'm just walking on it.