Quotes About Escape

Ninety-nine people out of a hundred, receiving a telegram reading /all is discovered: fly/, will snatch a toothbrush and make for the garage. (p. 227 of 300, chapter 19)

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, it's foolproof.

And then I sagged forward, utterly spent, emptied…light as air. I felt like I could have floated up and out…slipping through the open window and drifting away across the rooftops and satellite dishes and telephone wires…sailing away into the faintly smiling stars.

Not worried about the decor, Brandt. Seriously. Just find us some place where no one you knew from the good old days is going to walk in on us." "The Black Bear Inn it is," Will said (...) "For the record, those weren't the good old days. These days with you, these are the good old days. Right now.

He was so beautiful. He wasn't mine. I should run to the mountains now, and hide. I should run right into his arms and demand that he close them around me. I should run home to my mother and cry into her lap.

I'd have to run away to New York and be a hooker and eat a pound of heroin and die.

Leave New York or the poem will kill you.

Part of him believes he's still on that trip, that everything since has been one giant hallucination, and that one day he'll snap out of it and find himself back on his couch in St. Louis, listening to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.

Most suicidal people don't have a sense of what will come next. In particular, writes Edwin Shneidman, "The idea of Hell does not ordinarily enter into suicide . . . The destination (or concern) is not to go anywhere, except away.

He could not be absolutely certain she would not get away-again. In the dark of night, haunted by such grim thoughts, Dragon found consolation. He had a fleet of ships at the ready. Before his willing Saxon bride could don boy's garb, run off a cliff, or plunge into a river, he would have her safely aboard and at sea. Damned if he wouldn't. He felt better after that and even dozed a little but was up and dressed before dawn's gray fingers peeled night away.

And he's gone to Hawkforte." "Had his breakfast," Mulridge said, appearing over Bolkum's shoulder. "Said he couldn't bear London a moment longer. Knew he'd have to be back but needed a few days away." She looked at Kassandra rather pointedly. "Has too much on his mind, that lad does." "Hawkforte," Kassandra murmured, and all her longing sang in the single word.

This was his third attempt to escape Yugoslavia, for which he was rewarded by two years of treatment in the insane asylum. The official political reasoning was simple: if you wanted to leave a healthy society like socialist Yugoslavia to live in the decadent West, you were insane.

Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train Goin' anywhere.

I learned from her that the people who said you only live once were not readers. As often as you open a book, you come to new places and live new lives.

the thing was, not to go home.

El trabajo me parece una estupidez odiosa a la que es difícil escapar

Abrirlo le recordó que la lectura para ella no era un mero entretenimiento, sino un viaje. Los libros, los libros buenos, un pasaporte sin caducidad

Tu ayudante, por complicidad en fuga. El coche, por portación reiterada de pelotudos.

We just stole a painting and smuggled ourselves off a train," Amy said, trying to sound confident. "And we can't shop ?

The last refuge of the intelligentsia: when life gets too difficult, go find something to read.

Though all the daughters eventually succeeded in escaping from their families, they felt, even at this time of the interview (while in their 20s and 30s) that they would never be safe with their fathers, and that they would have to defend themselves as long as their fathers lived.

Story of My Life absorbs all of Casanova's pent-up creativity from the day in 1789 he begins writing it as an act of desperation, 'the only remedy to keep from going mad or dying with grief'. Unable to break out of his Bohemian prison in the same way he once famously broke out of Venice's Leads, he escapes in the only way possible: by time-travelling through his past.

I assume you're a refugee from the dance inside." "I escaped the enemy, captain," I said. I could see the side of his, and his smile. "Ah," he said. "At long last, a promotion.

Are you running away?" "No, not today.