Paul Parker Quotes

Driving, for me, means power and freedom. The feeling that I can go anywhere I want at any time is exhilarating.

Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.

Freedom is a great horse to ride, but you have to know your destination.

Not just whether but how we find our way truly matters.

I have to have the wheel. It's given me an opportunity to experience and explore things.

By walking, I found out where I was going.

To travel like a bird, lightly to view: Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand,: Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land;: To escape time, always to start anew...: Hooded by a dark sense of destination...: Travelers, we're fabric of the road we go; We settle, but like feathers on time's flow.

What good is a Bill of Rights that does not include the right to play, to wander, to explore, the right to stillness and solitude, to discovery and physical freedom?

Sail on, sail on, o' might Ship of State. To the shores of need, past the reefs of greed, through the squalls of hate. Sail on, sail on, sail on.

Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction.

There are no wrong roads to anywhere.

A map is the dead body of where you've been. A map is the unborn baby of where you're going. There are no maps. Maps are pictures of what isn't.

If a walker is indeed an individualist there is nowhere he can't go at dawn and not many places he can't go at noon. But just as it demeans life to live alongside a great river you can no longer swim in or drink from, to be crowded into safer areas and hours takes much of the gloss off walking - one sport you shouldn't have to reserve a time and a court for.

He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

['March'] is a path you must take if you want to move from one point to another point. If you want to make it down this very long and troublesome road, follow this path. Follow this message. Follow this map. And you will get there some day.

A pilot's business is with the wind, and with the stars, with night, with sand, with the sea. He strives to outwit the forces of nature. He stares with expectancy for the coming of the dawn the way a gardener awaits the coming of spring. He looks forward to port as a promised land, and truth for him is what lives in the stars.

I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.

All I ever wanted was a world without maps.

Eastward I go only by force; but westward I go free.

I don't want my husband to push me around in a wheelchair. I don't want someone to lead me around because I'm blind.

Here was the freedom I desired, long sought-for, not yet known Freedom to write, to walk, to wander, freedom to climb hills, to pull a boat, to be alone.

I like to move around. I travel. I've driven across country by myself.

I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.