Quotes About Escape

All I wanted then was for everything to go on as before, so that I could stay deeply asleep, and be no more than a hole in space, not here or anywhere at all, for as long as possible, preferably forever.

Systematic bullying when she was most vulnerable had distorted the structure of her personality, made a victim of her, to be destroyed, either by things or by human beings, people or fjords and forests; it made no difference, in any case she could not escape. The irreparable damage inflicted had long ago rendered her fate inevitable.

Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.

We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else's mind.

His few friends and his former teachers might be watched, as well as his brothers and those dearest to him. The entire city, a dragnet. And he was already in it. He had to slip though its meshes. But by now he was really done in.

For the first time since the escape Fahrenberg realized that he wasn't pursuing one single man whose features he knew, whose strength was exhaustible, but rather a faceless, inexhaustible, inestimable power. But he couldn't bear to think such a thought for longer than a few minutes.

Nothing like drugs to take the edge off drug problems.

Where Orientalism is about turning persons into things that can be possessed and dominated, ornamentalism is about a fantasy of turning things into persons through the conduit of racial meaning in order, paradoxically, to allow the human to escape his or her own humanness.

One of the standard methods of criminal escape involved cannibalism.

That's what it means to be out of your mind. To let yourself be carried away by a dream. To give it room, let it grow wild and thick, until it overruns you.

Ici, je me cache quand je veux. Je puis me cacher des jours et des jours, sans qu'on sache si j'existe ou non, et, sans que je le sache bien moi-même. Je m'enferme là-haut. Je lis, je dors, je rêve. Je ne bouge plus.

David set his foot in a gap higher up the barbed wire...When would the searchlight come?They could not be certain of hitting him in the dark...and if they did not hurry, he would be over...Why didn't they hurry up. Then he stopped. He would run no more.When the beam of light caught him,they should see him walking away quite calmly. Then they would not enjoy it so much; they would feel cheated. The thought filled David with triumph. I am David

Go somewhere else. Somewhere safer." Anywhere else. God, please. Or he was likely to do something horribly awful, like surrender his sanity and kiss her.

You read a lot?" Galina finally asked. "Yes. It's an escape into another world." She tried to keep her words light instead of sad, thoughts of her family in her head. "Sometimes that is the best part of a hard day.

I have a shelf of comfort books, which I read when the world closes in on me or something untoward happens.

The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.

There is nothing so entirely desirable in all the world as a few hours' oblivion.

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

The trouble is that I am crazy and the room, ah, my own room drinks me.

I want to sleep all day and night (i.e., not live but not quite die) …

I have come back but disorder is not what it was. I have lost the trick of it! The innocence of it!… Anne, Anne, flee on your donkey, flee this sad hotel, ride out on some hairy beast, gallop backward pressing your buttocks to his withers, sit to his clumsy gait somehow. Ride out any old way you please! In this place everyone talks to his own mouth. That's what it means to be crazy. Those I loved best died of it— the fool's disease.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

We imagine that we want to escape our selfish and commonplace existence, but we cling desperately to our chains.

The nuns were still just one step behind her.