I am the cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.
Always move fast. You never know what's catching you up.
— Moist von Lipwig, Going Postal
Exdeath: "You shall wander the rift forever!"
Where I go, there I am.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving.
"I've roamed far; farther than any other man of my race ever wandered. I've seen all the great cities of the Hyborians, the Shemites, the Stygians, and the Hyrkanians. I've roamed in the unknown countries south of the black kingdoms of Kush, and east of the Sea of Vilayet. I've been a mercenary captain, a corsair, a kozak, a penniless vagabond, a general — hell, I've been everything except a king of a civilized country, and I may be that, before I die." The fancy pleased him, and he grinned hardly. Then he shrugged his shoulders and stretched his mighty figure on the rocks. "This is as good a life as any. I don't know how long I'll stay on the frontier; a week, a month, a year. I have a roving foot. But it's as well on the border as anywhere."
Jules: I'm just going to walk the Earth.
Vincent: What'chou mean, "walk the Earth"?
Jules: You know, like Caine in Kung Fu: walk from place to place, meet people, get into adventures.
Vincent: And how long do you intend to walk the earth?
Jules: Until God puts me where he wants me to be.
Vincent: And what if he don't do that?
Jules: If it takes forever, then I'll walk forever.
Wherever I lay my hat — that's my home
A sharp sword and an empty horizon. Sometimes, that's all a man needs.
The Lord knows what we may find, dear lass,
And The Deuce knows we may do
But we're back once more on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,
We're down, hull-down, on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new!
—Rudyard Kipling, "The Long Trail"
I'm happy in the summertime beneath the great blue sky
Ne'er thinkin' in the mornin', at nicht where I'm to lie
Barns or byres or anywhere, or oot amang the hay
And if the weather does permit, I'm happy every day
I'm often 'doon by Gallowa' and often round Stranraer
My business leads me onywhere, sure I travel near and far
For I've the rovin' in my blood, and there's nothing I will lack
As long as I've me daily fare, and claithes upon my back
— Traditional Scottish, Tramps and Hawkers
I'm ramblin' and rovin' from village to town
In every country I'm ramblin' around
The sky is me roof and the earth is me floor
But don't be surprised if I knock on your door
— Tommy Sands, Rambling and Roving
''And my ties are severed clean
The less I have, the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Call me what you will
— Metallica, "Wherever I May Roam"