Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.

Whoever the last true cowboy in America turns out to be, he's likely to be an Indian.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

Memory is each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.

Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while. Maybe the only gift is a chance to inquire, to know nothing for certain. An inheritance of wonder and nothing more.

Adventure is putting one's ignorance into motion.

Somewhere lives a bad Cajun cook, just as somewhere must live one last ivory-billed woodpecker. For me, I don't expect ever to encounter either one.