I write to get ideas out of my head — Bobbi Kay
I write to get ideas out of my head — Bobbi Kay
I write to get ideas out of my head — Bobbi Kay
I write to get ideas out of my head — Bobbi Kay
I write to get ideas out of my head — Bobbi Kay
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I write to get ideas out of my head

— Bobbi Kay
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Practice loving kindness wherever you may go. — Heather Wolf, Kipnuk Has a Birthday
You'd be teary, too, yes you would be," he said, "if a girl and her bed had crashed into your head. — Renata Bowers, Frieda B. Meets the Man in the Moon
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispers — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side. — Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
Travel does not exist without home....If we never return to the place we started, we would just be wandering, lost. Home — Josh Gates, Destination Truth: Memoirs of a Monster Hunter
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Adventure is allowing the unexpected to happen to you. Exploration is experiencing what you have not experienced before. — Richard Aldington, Death of a Hero
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure. — Antonio Porchia
I knew then that I wanted to go home, but I had no home to go to--and that is what adventures are all about. — Trina Schart Hyman, Self Portrait, Trina Schart Hyman
The journey is the destination. — Dan Eldon
You can handle just about anything that comes at you out on the road with a believable grin, common sense and whiskey. — Bill Murray, Common Sense and Whiskey
Finding a taxi, she felt like a child pressing her nose to the window of a candy store as she watched the changing vista — E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly