Quotes About Escape

Got an hour or two? That's all it takes for one of my books.

I think about work 24 hours a day. But when you fly a helicopter, for that hour or two you can't think about anything else.

My dream is to be on my boat. Or on an island. Or in my house in the country. That's my dream.

Most people in Georgia have a place in the hills for when it gets too hot in the city. We have good friends who own a place by a beautiful little river and the houses are full of hammocks.

I'm a closet 'Real Housewives' fan. Any season, any year.

I guess housewives like to get away from reality and enjoy the fantasy world for a bit.

I had such a crazy life. How I got away with it, I don't know.

I knew, however, that the next morning after the fight I would have to get away, and I did just in time, for a full company came early to look for me and were furious because I had escaped them.

It's easy to sort of put a sheen across humanity if you're making a film for people who want to escape their own problems. But sometimes a movie can, in the most cathartic ways, expose those problems.

If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're fucked. ? Gilles Deleuze

What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.

We could leave the country if you want. Live in Spain, Italy, wherever you like, spend our days eating mangoes in the sun. Sleep late, play Scrabble, flip through books aimlessly, swim in the ocean.

Sometimes the answer is at the bottom of a bottle.

Item 33: Get the fuck out of Dodge. Check, check, check.

I am penniless and on the run. How fucking noir.

Flotaré un rato, unas minivacaciones alejada de mi cerebro de arpía.

Me apuntaré a uno de esos cruceros de pasarse el día bebiendo —uno que me lleve hasta alta mar pero no requiera identificación—, me beberé un vaso gigante de ginebra con hielo, me tragaré unos somníferos y cuando nadie esté mirando me dejaré caer en silencio por la borda con los bolsillos llenos de piedras a lo Virginia Woolf.

I didn't need to hide from someone courting oblivion as ardently as I was.

Yes. He argued that we are the gods, that we create our own destiny. That what we are determines what will become of us. In a peasantlike vernacular, we all paint ourselves into corners from which there is no escape simply by being ourselves and interacting with other selves.

The wisest peasants were those who fled early. Their children will repopulate the land.

Procrastination is your way of avoiding your fantasy of reality.

But she didn't want to stay there, so she climbed back out the window, through the glass eyes of the seven-foot Good Shepherd, and started again the futile weaving of invisible ifs and slippery mights into an equally unattainable past.

As I run, hot tears of shame are streaming down my face. Since my accident, I've heard a lot about the person I used to be. Never did I imagine this. I sprint harder, accelerating onto the sidewalk, outpacing even the most intense drills from practice. It's no problem escaping Aaron and Bear. But I'll never be able to get away from myself.

What's that like? 1) Picture being jailer to Harry Houdini; 2) multiply by five hundred.