Quotes About Escape

It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.

I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.

Without literature, life is hell.

people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.

I have one problem, I don't hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.

a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

Run with the hunted.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

the best part was pulling down the shades stuffing the doorbell with rags putting the phone in the refrigerator and going to bed for 3 or 4 days. and the next best part was nobody ever missed me.

When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

To ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you: something else is hurting you—that's why you need pot, or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think. Or madhouses or mechanical cunts or 162 baseball games in a season. Or Vietnam or Israel or the fear of spiders.

I wish I were driving a blue 1952 Buick or a dark blue 1942 Buick or a blue 1932 Buick over a cliff of hell and into the sea.

I run with the hunted.

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

He fell off the table like a crab looking for the sea.

As we live we all get caught and torn by various traps. Nobody escapes them. Some even live with them. The idea is to realize that a trap is a trap. If you are in one and you don't realize it, then you're finished.

Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

if I had a book or a drink then I didn't think too much of other things—fools create their own paradise.

But you know, my former life as a bibliophile, it possibly kept me from murdering somebody, myself included. it kept me from being an industrialist. it allowed me to endure some women that most men would never be able to live with. it gave me space, a pause. it helped me to write this.