Quotes About Escape

Boxing wasn't taking me to the darkest places in my life. No. The fights were the easy part because it took my mind away from self-destruction. When I came out of the ring I had to deal with the real world. Fighting was my escape.

And I desperately needed books that would take me out of my environment and show me a world where being smart and brave and prepared was more important than being cute or cheerful or knowing the right thing to say. And that's what science fiction and fantasy gave me.

Cinema should make you forget you are sitting in a theater.

You come in off the street, through the doors of the theater. You sit down. The lights go down and the curtain goes up. And you're in another world.

The way the world is, I think a silly evening in the theatre is a good thing, to take our minds off terror.

I think I'm always running away from somewhere, and to me, theatre's always felt like a good place to run away to.

As a kid, the theatre always felt a bit like running away to join the circus.

Sure, there are moments that you can escape, and you can sit back and just enjoy it, but one of the most fun things about 'The Witcher' is that it reflects on our real world, in big thematic ways, in political ways, and in cultural ways.

I travel for theme parks.

Busch Gardens was my theme park; it was where I went on my day off from school.

Whenever I'm in a bad place, I take a little trip in my head.

No one went looking for adventure; they chased it away.

And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself.

To Cassidy, the panopticon wasn't a metaphor. It was the greatest failing of everything she was, a prison she had built for herself out of an inability to appear anything less than perfect. And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself. She would always be confined by what everyone expected of her, because she was too afraid and too unwilling to correct our imperfect imaginings.

To Cassidy, the panopticon wasn't a metaphor. It was the greatest failing of everything she was, a prison she had built for herself out of an inability to appear anything less than perfect. And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself. She would always be confined by what everyone expected of her, because she was too afraid and too unwilling to correct our imperfect imaginings.

And they're doing this without the knowledge or informed permission of the people whose lives they have colonized—and who are at present without means to escape the surveillance capitalists' web.

Here was a man who was trapped in a thicket of fear and confusion, powerless to escape. Dante's verse captured the feeling of my own depression and anxiety precisely. Wild animals blocked the man's path at every turn. Suddenly the shade of a great poet of antiquity, Virgil, appears before the man and promises to show him the hard road to a good place—but first the man has to trust him.

There aren't enough days in the weekend.

Head in the book. Nose sliding down the valley between the pages.

Wilderness appealed to those bored or disgusted with man and his works. It not only offered an escape from society but also was an ideal stage for the Romantic individual to exercise the cult that he frequently made of his own soul. The solitude and total freedom of the wilderness created a perfect setting for either melancholy or exultation.

Once upon a time she had felt trapped inside her story with its familiar characters and predictable plot. Now she felt locked out of it.

READING, beaming up into books" -Kevin 'Freak' from Freak's Dictionary --"Freak the Mighty by Rodman Philbrick pg 167

Once I pulled a job, I was so stupid. I picked a guy's pocket on an airplane and made a run for it.

Tomorrow I'll suggest the liar lies against himself So our condition makes escape impossible? -- we breathe and it's moving air that causes stars to twinkle