If you’re embarking around the world in a hot-air balloon, don’t forget the toilet paper.

I would drive to gigs in my tiny little Fiat. I would shoot up and down the M1 to play at various places.

The notion that before you even set out to go to Thailand, you say, ‚I’m not interested,‘ or you’re unwilling to try things that people take so personally and are so proud of and so generous with, I don’t understand that, and I think it’s rude. You’re at Grandma’s house, you eat what Grandma serves you.

At the age of 6, a teacher full of ambitions, who taught in the small public school of Biran, convinced my family that I should travel to Santiago de Cuba to accompany my older sister who would enter a highly prestigious convent school. Including me was a skill of that very teacher from the little school in Biran.

I’ve been to Uganda and to North Korea and to Eritrea, countless horror spots around the world.

I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.

Adventures are to the adventurous.

I’ve always been a bit of a gypsy.

I always tell people that if I move anywhere it would be Toronto.

Of all the mountain ranges I have climbed, I like the Sierra Nevada the best.

My experiences in life are getting bigger and better. The more stuff I do, the more stuff I talk about – having kids, traveling, going through relationship problems, dealing with things in my own family. All that stuff builds character.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.

A life without adventure is likely to be unsatisfying, but a life in which adventure is allowed to take whatever form it will is sure to be short.

Traveling around the world and preaching for over 70 years did not give much time for reflection.

I remember as a little girl going down to the beet fields in the Dakotas and in Nebraska and Wyoming as migrant workers when I was very, very small, like, I was, like, 5 years old, I believe. And I remember going out there, you know, traveling to these states and living in these little tarpaper shacks that they had in Wyoming.

Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.

Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.

Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.

I’m someone who likes plowing new ground, then walking away from it. I get bored easily. For me, the big thrill comes with the discovering.

I am not solicitous to examine particularly everything here, which indeed could not be done in fifty years, because my desire is to make all possible discoveries, and return to your Highnesses, if it please our Lord, in April.

An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.

Not all those who wander are lost.

I think it’s a very good thing to leave your country and look at it from afar.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

I’ve been away since I was pretty much eight, traveling to the car tracks, and then going to Europe and traveling more.

People will visit Mars, they will settle mars, and we should because it’s cool.

I remember I was flying home to Los Angeles one day. I was talking to the woman next to me and the flight attendant tried to tell me I was sitting next to somebody that I should know. I didn’t recognize her but it ended up being Beyonce’s sister, Solange Knowles.

New discoveries in science will continue to create a thousand new frontiers for those who still would adventure.

Touring is very routine. You get to the city, you go to the hotel, you got to be at the hotel by a certain time – it’s very routine. I’m not a very structured person, so when I get some structure, it’s cool; it’s good for me.

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.

The word ‚romance,‘ according to the dictionary, means excitement, adventure, and something extremely real. Romance should last a lifetime.

We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.

I’ve been to Disneyland, like, 10 times. I’m getting really tired of Disneyland.

I would like to fly in space. Absolutely. That would be cool. I used to just do personally risky things, but now I’ve got kids and responsibilities, so I can’t be my own test pilot. That wouldn’t be a good idea. But I definitely want to fly as soon as it’s a sensible thing to do.

If I wished to do something, even if I couldn’t find anyone who wanted to make the effort with me, I would go out solo climbing. I did find solo climbing very challenging and a little frightening. You knew that you were completely on your own, and you had to overcome all the problems and possible dangers.

I love driving my car on any highway.

Rebellion is what you make of it. When you’ve been on a tour bus for two months straight, and then you get in your car and drive wherever you want, that can feel rebellious.

If I’m in Rome for only 48 hours, I would consider it a sin against God to not eat cacio e pepe, the most uniquely Roman of pastas, in some crummy little joint where Romans eat. I’d much rather do that than go to the Vatican. That’s Rome to me.

Over the last 15 months, we’ve traveled to every corner of the United States. I’ve now been in 57 states? I think one left to go.

I once went on the most grueling radio tour. Living in hotel rooms, sleeping in the backs of rental cars as my mom drove to three different cities in one day.

The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.

I have enjoyed great satisfaction from my climb of Everest and my trips to the poles. But there’s no doubt that my most worthwhile things have been the building of schools and medical clinics.

I became a beach bum.

Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high mountain gully and feel the same urge to climb towards it.

It’s the journey of self, I guess. You start with this kind of loner, outside guy, which a lot of people can relate to, and he goes out into the world.

I’ve been to those places where it’s ‚poor, pitiful me.‘

When you’re climbing at high altitudes, life can get pretty miserable.

I love California, I practically grew up in Phoenix.

Juvenile crime is not naturally born in the boy, but is largely due either to the spirit of adventure that is in him, to his own stupidity, or to his lack of discipline, according to the nature of the individual.

Fifty years of isolating Cuba had failed to promote democracy, setting us back in Latin America. That’s why we restored diplomatic relations, opened the door to travel and commerce, and positioned ourselves to improve the lives of the Cuban people.

I’m not the sort of person who gives up on things. The first time we crossed the Atlantic in the balloon, it crashed, and we went on and did the Pacific. First time we crossed the Atlantic in a boat, it sank, and we went on and got the record. So, generally speaking, we will pick ourselves up, brush ourselves down, and carry on.

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.

I want to work; then, as my kids get older, I want to have adventures. I want to visit all their countries: learn and live inside all their cultures.

There’s a certain amount of freedom involved in cycling: you’re self-propelled and decide exactly where to go. If you see something that catches your eye to the left, you can veer off there, which isn’t so easy in a car, and you can’t cover as much ground walking.

It’s not a real adventure when you have to pay for it.

Big stuff and little: learning how to order breakfast in a country where I don’t speak the language and haven’t been before – that’s really satisfying to me. I like that.

In America, there might be better gastronomic destinations than New Orleans, but there is no place more uniquely wonderful.

One of the triumphs of the Civil Rights Movement is that when you travel through the South today, you do not feel overwhelmed by a residue of grievance and hate.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.