Quotes About Escape

If a movie is really working, you forget for two hours your Social Security number and where your car is parked. You are having a vicarious experience. You are identifying, in one way or another, with the people on the screen.

Because we are human, because we are bound by gravity and the limitations of our bodies, because we live in a world where the news is often bad and the prospects disturbing, there is a need for another world somewhere, a world where Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers live.

When one had sufficient control over fantasy, one had no need of reality.

There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.

There are gators, thousands of them. " said Rashawn. " Then we better get out of here before we end up as a feast for gators." said Nicole. " What are going to do with him?" looking at the dead driver. " Let's get out of here and let him be the feast

Marty grinned as he backed toward the door. "Green eggs and mamba," he said, then ran.

no combination of one-week or ten-day vacations will truly take you away from the life you lead at home.

paradise" is defined in contrast to the stresses of home. Take away those stresses for a couple of months, and it's hard to wring much passion or esteem from hanging out on a beach and not doing much.

We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis. —EDWARD ABBEY, DESERT SOLITAIRE

Besides, nothing mattered to her any longer. If she had anything left it was her horror of cold — and the uncle had coal through his contacts. But she found the atmosphere of Berlin hard to bear. She dreamed of escape, of going to live under some more clement sky, far, very far away from it all, closer to nature.

She knew that Fort Lamy was a long way away, on the other side of the Sahara, in the middle of Africa — another world. Another world — and that was exactly what she needed. There at last she would be able to satisfy her need for warmth — even at Tunis there were moments when the cold was more than she could take.

He had even tried the violin a few years earlier. Anything to switch talents, but there was no escape. The compulsion was identical to that of any composer or poet for whom the meaning of his life was creation. One could only wonder what Picasso would have done to the world if he had been born a physicist. Terrifying thought . . .

Literature "has always been the last refuge, in this world, for those who do not know where to lay their dreaming heads.

All I want in this life are three... a moonlit beach on the starlit sea, a breath of opium, and thee.

Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one who writes to escape the tediousness of that which awaits them outside? Whose flame will last longer?

Cinema should make you forget you are sitting in a theater

Organizations the world over are full of people who are unable to recognize repetitive behavior patterns that have become dysfunctional. They're stuck in a vicious, self-destructive circle and don't even know it—much less how to escape.

Good books that often I would hate to finish because they took me into their lives and let me out of mine, for a while anyway.

99 percent of every beautiful thing you ever knew escaped and went back out into the world where you vaguely remembered it.

It's amazing how kids can be brutalized into a mold in witch they it right back to the weaker one and never think of escaping from the whole filthy mess.

A cement mixer collided with a prison van on the Kingston Pass. Motorists are asked to be on the lookout for 16 hardened criminals.

If I feel by intuition that he doesn't love me anymore, I will immediately fly away like a stricken bird

I had to get out of my surroundings the way I used to in prison. There, I had learned to read with a force that resembled insanity. Once free, I found that I could not read just any book. It had gotten so I could see through books--the little ruses, the hooks, the setup in the beginning, the looming weight of a tragic ending, the way at the last page the author could whisk out the carpet of sorrow and restore a favorite character.

Books. Why? So I can talk to other humans without having to meet them. Fear of boredom. So what I will never be alone.