Quotes About Escape

Being in a ship is like being in jail, with the chance of being drowned.

A secret in his mouth, is like a wild bird put into a cage; whose door no sooner opens, but 'tis out.

Since his return from Afghanistan, he'd been unable to shake off the effects of spending almost a year in a war zone. They clung to him like a spiderweb, so fine as to be invisible, yet as tenacious as steel and, so far, impossible to escape.

I agree. Each book is like a little world. You can carry it in your hand, and, yet, the space it creates in your mind is infinite.

find the experience of diving into a new world the most exhilarating of sensations," he said. "I agree. Each book is like a little world. You can carry it in your hand, and, yet, the space it creates in your mind is infinite." He

When things go right, I read. When things go wrong, I read more.

Reading's ability to beam you up to a different world is a good part of the reason why people like me do it in the first place---because dollar for dollar, hour per hour, it's the most expedient way to get from our proscribed little here to an imagined, intriguing there. Part time machine, part Concorde, part ejector seat, books are our salvation.

Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.

Wake up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing had said. But what he didn't under­stand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away.

See you in dreamland

But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable,walking through this life half-sleeping,everything at arm's length or farther away. I understood those mermaids.I didn't care if they sang to me.All I wanted was to block out all the human voices as they called me name again and again,pulling me upward into light,to drown.

I remembered Owen telling me how music had saved him in Phoenix, that it drowned everything out, and it was the same for me now. As long as I had something to listen to, I could blur the things I didn't want to think about, if not block them out completely.

Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.

All I wanted - all I'd ever wanted - was just to get away. To be somewhere small where I could crowd in and feel safe, all four walls pressed around me, no one staring or pointing or yelling.

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn"t.

Was it really this easy, once you escaped, to just not care?

If this was my forever, I didn't want to spend another second of it here.

La música [...] fue una vía de escape. Todo lo demás estaba cambiando o llegaba a su fin, pero la música era un recurso vasto, infinito.

School was my solace, and studying let me escape, allowing me to live a thousand vicarious lives.

Caitlin?' Cass said, and I turned away from the window, looking down the stairs and out the front door, trying to picture her making that walk away from this. It seemed like so far, and I was so tired. Tired of keeping time, of studying faces, of hiding bruises. Of disappearing, bit by bit, while my world just kept going without me, even as I slipped farther beneath the water, drowning.

We all need to lose ourselves in a crowd once in a while.

But I didn't hear her, couldn't, was already gone, turning and walking out the door with the food in my hands to the parking lot before I even knew what was happening. Over the years I had perfected removing myself from situations. It was kind of like automatic pilot; I just shut down and retreated, my brain clicking off before anything that hurt could sink in.

My own life felt flat and sad too much of the time; it was reassuring, somehow, to lose myself in someone else's