Quotes About Escape

That's the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world's somewheres, into our own nowhere.

You have not lived until you have fled a city in a country where you do not speak the language in the middle of the night.

Wherever I am, if I've got a book with me, I have a place I can go and be h

The only time I feel at ease is swinging up and down in a coconut tree.

Under a cherry tree, all burdens of life fly away!

Yosemite Park... None can escape its charms. Its natural beauty cleans and warms like a fire, and you will be willing to stay forever in one place like a tree.

Some beach, somewhere. There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growin' and a warm breeze a blowing. I picture myself right there, on some beach, somewhere.

Lights are glowing in the palm trees.

A great book is a homing device For navigating paradise. A good book somehow makes you care About the comfort of a chair. A bad book owes to many trees A forest of apologies.

Climbing trees is still one of my favorite things to do. A tree and a good book and I'm happy.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Damn it, how will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

Your belief in God is merely an escape from your monotonous, stupid and cruel life.

There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away.

I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too.

The young man's mind was carried away by his growing passion for dreams. One looking at him would not have thought him particularly sharp. With the recollection of little things occupying his mind he closed his eyes and leaned back in the car seat. He stayed that way for a long time and when he aroused himself and again looked out of the car window the town of Winesburg had disappeared and his life there had become but a background on which to paint the dreams of his manhood.

I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too. Don't you see, dear, how it was?

This is the part where you run away!

The purgatory I'd let myself in for always came between me and the pages; there was no escape for me now.

Wilderness to the people pf America is a spiritual necessity, an antidote to the high pressure of modern life, a means of regaining serenity and equilibrium.

Then please, Daddy, take me to the farm so we can have a sex retreat.

In a way, like Scheherazade to King Shahryar, I told stories to death so that it would spare my life and my images, stories that seemed to never end.

But it was too late. I was down the steps and out the door, where the warm night air almost felt like forgiveness.

When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.