Quotes About Escape

I plan to let Lysander rip the garment off me, make love to me in the dirtiest way possible, and then, while he's trying to catch his breath, drop the big, bad bombshell on him and run like hell. Bianka to Kaia

Is it sad that my first thought happened to be: Thank God I'm off the treadmill!

I had a routine. I spent my mornings reading The Iron Fey series.

Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.

NO! That's not for you! Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing.

I became a reader - thank God I became a reader. I lived in a dream world because it was a hell of a lot better world.

I don't know if this has a moral or not. Maybe it's "Don't sit inside of soap cartons too long - unless you enjoy traveling.

and the deepest, most fundamental part of her life involved a love of books. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to shut the rest of the world out, and have nothing to worry about, except the next page of whatever she was reading.

And she didn't want great secrets of necromancy, or any other sort of magic. She just wanted—had always wanted—a good book to read. Being chased by hellhounds and blowing things up were comparatively unimportant parts of the job.

We don't want to be stuck on the train with nothing to read.

She just wanted - had always wanted - a good book to read. Being chased by hellhounds and blowing things up were comparatively unimportant parts of the job. Getting the books - now, that was what *really* mattered to her.

Right now, she wanted nothing more than to shut the rest of the world out and have nothing to worry about except the next page of whatever she was reading.

Alberich was a figure out of nightmare. He was the one Librarian who'd betrayed the Library and got away with it and was still somewhere out there.

She just wanted—had always wanted—a good book to read.

Living outside the Library was never safe. Flying sleighs could come out of nowhere and hit you, however careful you were.

All libraries are a gateway into other worlds, including the past—and the future.

And then they were inside, and out of the wind, and surrounded by comforting walls and walls of books. The rich, delightful smell of old paper, leather, and ink permeated the place, washing away the pettier odours of blood and oil and smog.

She was a Librarian, and the deepest, most fundamental part of her life involved a love of books. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to shut the rest of the world out and have nothing to worry about except the next page of whatever she was reading.

I've always liked things I can just trance out to. Because what that means is that you've escaped the chafe of time. Often when you're bored, it's that friction between you and time.

That's where thinking started, where thinking stopped, where all her prayers so long ago had dried up. She no longer prayed, nor even dreamed of changing her father. Her dreams now played variations on the theme of escape. And they were nothing more than that —just dreams, just play. She'd been alone at the end of her dreams so many times before and never had God helped her escape her father, because God couldn't, because she would never escape her need to love him.

If it were not for the presents, an elopement would be preferable.

The great advantage of a hotel is that it's a refuge from home life.

The great advantage of a hotel is that it is a refuge from home life.

Literature is a drug.