Quotes About Escape

Invisible factors in my life would inevitably lead to my downfall. I felt I had known this all along. There was no escape.

That was basic hound logic, learned from Faffy: if you ran, you were prey.

Caught in a lip-lock that I thought might require the expertise of the mountain rescue team to break apart'.

He was more of a cut-a-wisebrack-and-run-for-cover kind of guy.

I understand why we sleep. To slip the knot of the world.

I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that's beckoning to you.

It was only a motorcycle but it felt like a mode of being.

Jenny turned and Jenny ran to where she thought the woods began, she turned and ran from you. But deeper into woods she flew with every step, until the dew and darkness led her back to you.

If my mind began to wander again, I found a way to distract it. Stay busy. Get drunk. Get laid. Anything to escape the chamber of torture that was my mind.

We used to believe that the highway went somewhere, that over the horizon was escape, places we'd never been and thought we wanted to go.

She was in the middle of nowhere, and it was a delicious feeling to know that no one knew where she was.

Every instinct inside her cried out for her to rush back down the street, race up the three flights to her apartment, climb into her bed and yank the covers over her head.

Sidi, I ache inside. I yearn to fly away, to feel free in the light, in the dark. I don't ever want to come back.

India, Nicholson would say, was 'like a rat-trap, easier to get into than out of

So the UCRW commandeered a bunch of film projectors from Delhi, and set them up in Kurukshetra. Among the movies shown were Disney specials featuring Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. With large cloth screens allowing for two-way projection, crowds of up to 15,000 could watch a single show. This 'two-hour break from reality', commented a social worker, 'was a lifesaver. The refugees forgot their shock experiences and misery for two golden hours of laughter.

I would think flying would be pretty cool. You would be able to fly away from all your enemies and get where you're going much faster. But being invisible? You probably wouldn't use that for the good of man.

Take Time Out. It's not a real vacation if you're reading email or calling in for messages.

We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.

you may run, run away, but you can never run away from yourself.

I drove through the suburbs, where all the houses looked identical, one variation of another of the same thing. I said to myself, I'd rather fire myself from a cannon, pick up the shit of elephants and eat it, suffocate inside Houdini's water tank, lie beneath the running horses, or sodomise a big cat in a cage and pay the consequences than get trapped in these suburbs of cardboard, gossip, and conformity.

I had tried many times to tell her that my suicide attempt was only my way of trying to escape the permanence of the sun. With frankness, and using my limited psychological knowledge and powers of articulation, I tried to explain to her that I had attempted suicide out of a kind of curiosity, or maybe as a challenge to nature, to the cosmos itself, to the recurring light. I felt oppressed by it all.

What traitors books can be! You think they're backing you up, and they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

There must be something in books, something we can't imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don't stay for nothing.