James Frey Quotes

By walking, I found out where I was going.

Always in the dream, it seemed as if there were a destination: a something--he could not grasp what-that lay beyond the place where the thickness of snow brought the sled to a stop. He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant. But he did not know how to get there.

And he didn't really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don't you?

A name indicates what we seek. An address indicates where it is. A route indicates how we get there.

Anyone who has ever asked for directions knows you need two crucial pieces of information to get good results: a starting point and a destination.

The rain, which had continued yesterday and last night, ceased this morning. We then proceeded, and after passing two small islands about ten miles further, stopped for the night at Piper's landing, opposite another island.

We're all pilgrims on the same journey - but some pilgrims have better road maps.

As you make your way along life's tumultuous highways, it's important to note that you should always carry a map, have plenty of fuel in the tank, and take frequent rest stops.

As any traveller knows, heading elsewhere is one thing, getting back quite another.

Life is like a Lamborghini. A Lamborghini has an engine, a body, and wheels. No matter how strong your engine is, if you don't have any wheels, you're not going anywhere.

Hazel squinted. "How far?" "Just over the river and through the woods." Percy raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go?" Frank cleared his throat. "Yeah, anyway.

Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth

A route differs from a road not only because it is solely intended for vehicles, but also because it is merely a line that connects one point with another. A route has no meaning in itself; its meaning derives entirely from the two points that it connects. A road is a tribute to space. Every stretch of road has meaning in itself and invites us to stop. A route is the triumphant devaluation of space, which thanks to it has been reduced to a mere obstacle to human movement and a waste of time.

I have miles to go before I sleep.

But this road doesn't go anywhere,” I told him. “That doesn't matter.” “What does?” I asked, after a little while. “Just that we're on it, dude,” he said.

In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

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

Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.

Why did I walk so purposefully in a straight line? Where would it take me? He went round and round and we got there all the same.

Miles, as in 'to go before I sleep'?

['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.

Do you know the way to San Hose?

I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.

A river reaches places its source never knows.