S. J. Perelman Quotes

We're on a road to nowhere, come on inside. Takin' that ride to nowhere, we'll take that ride. I'm feelin' okay this mornin', and you know, we're on the road to paradise, here we go, here we go.

So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.

Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.

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

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

You don't know where you'll end up.

In the end, what I'm trying to say as a person who does all this travel and fashions these images is that you arrive at an approximate location but never one destination.

The farther you go, the less you know.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.

I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.

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.

So we all embark wondering what lies over the horizon, what’s around the next bend. And isn’t that, in the end, what drives us?

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

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say

As soon as I'm on the road, I see, often palpably, that I know nothing at all, which is always a great liberation.

We can identify with Frodo and Sam, setting off not knowing quite where they are going and what they are to do.

Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going.

I really think that living is the process of going from complete certainty to complete ignorance.

And I can't wait to see where the road leads from here.

I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.

I don't like to travel. Yet all my books seem to involve a journey.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

Darkness is full of possibility.