“Art is an adventure. When it ceases to be an adventure, it ceases to be art. Not all of us pursue the inaccessible landscapes of the twelve-tone scale, just as not all of us strive for inaccessible mountain-tops, or glory in storms at sea. But the human incidence is there. Could it be that these two impractical pursuits - of beauty and of adventure’s embrace - are simply two differing profiles of the same uniquely human reality?”

Source: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book II: The Black Cauldron (1965), Chapter 8

poem before 1973; in a exh. cat., ed. Suzanne Delehanty (1973; repr., Philadelphia: The Falcon Press, 1976), p. 40
1970's

1950s, Conversations With Artists, 1957

Source: 1930s, Adventures of Ideas (1933), p. 353.

Vanna Bonta Talks About Quantum fiction: Author Interview (2007)

The Diary of Samuel Marchbanks (1947)
Context: It seems to me that most of us get all the adventure we are capable of digesting. Personally, I have never had to fight a dozen pirates single-handed, and I have never jumped from a moving express-train onto the back of a horse, and I have never been discovered in the harem of the Grand Turk. I am glad of all these things. They are too rich for my digestion, and I do not long for them. I have all the close shaves and narrow squeaks in my life that my constitution will stand, and my daily struggles with bureaucrats, taxgatherers and uplifters are more exhausting than any encounters with mere buccaneers on the Spanish Main.

Herzog on Herzog (2002)

Source: A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel (1982), Chapter 18, The Strange Man's Tale Goes on