Quotes About Escape

Lawrence has a wonderful hill in it, with a university on top and the first time I ran away from home, I ran up the hill and looked across the world: Kansas wheat fields and the Kaw River, and I wanted to go some place, too. I got a whipping for it.

There is no better distraction in this world than losing oneself in books for awhile.

One of the things he'd always loved about Clary was how easily caught up in her imagination she was, how easily she could wall herself away in illusory worlds of curses and princes and destiny and magic.

You like the party?" "Is it in honor of anything?" "My cat's birthday." "Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?" "I dont know. He ran away." -Magnus & Clary, pg.221-

Every time I annoy him he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.

Well, what? Sophie-" "I hit her on the head with a mirror," Sophie said hopelessly. "One of those silver-backed ones, so it was quite heavy. She went down just like a stone, miss. So I...I tied her to the bed and I came looking for you.

He cut her off with brutal precision. "And one last thing." His eyes flicked toward the door, through which Jace, Alec, and Isabelle had disappeared. "Keep in mind that when your mother fled from the Shadow World, it wasn't the monsters she was hiding from. Not the warlocks, the wolf-men, the Fair Folk, not even the demons themselves. It was them. It was the Shadowhunters.

Lovely,wonderful Isabelle.Could you please go away?Now is a really bad time." Isabelle looked from Magnus to her brother,and back again. "Then,you dont want me to tell you that Camille's just escaped from the Sanctuary and my mother is demanding that you come back to the Institute right now to help them find her?" "No,"Magnus said."I dont want you to tell me that" "Well,to bad"Isabelle said"Because it's true .I mean,I guess you dont have to go,but-

drive like hell was chasing you.

She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space or on the surface of the ocean, just the two of them alone.

Who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?

What's going on?" "We seem to be trapped in an episode of One Life to Waste ," Magnus observed. "Its all very dull." -Alec & Magnus, pg.144-

Meverall, meanwhile, had his own claim to fame in the death stakes. At the age of twenty-three, the young doctor succumbed to an attack of smallpox, and every aperture in his sick room was carefully closed up. He became unconscious due to lack of oxygen, and was assumed to have died. It was not until his body was being prepared for burial that he was exposed to fresh air, and came to his senses just in time to escape being buried alive.

One of the duties of a sexton consisted of 'tapping' coffins, 'so as to facilitate the escape of gases which would otherwise detonate from their confinement'.5 On occasion, the build-up of corpse gas was so intense that coffins actually exploded. In the 1800s, fires beneath St Clement Dane's and Wren's Church of St James's in Jermyn Street destroyed many bodies and burned for days.

The aristocracy and wealthy merchants escaped to their second homes in the country, clutching the certificates of health issued by the Mayor of London that enabled them to travel.

I am Comanche, yes? A mo-cho-rook , cruel one. This is what you run from? A heathen. A man who will beat you? Or maybe throw you to his friends? That would be good, eh? If I could find a man so stupid he would take you!

Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.

Who can chart the vastness of Incarceron? Its halls viaducts, its chasms? Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.

Night soil oozed onto my cloak, and I wondered why all my adventures involved foul odour. Why could I not for once frolic in a meadow of flowers, or escape in a hamper of fresh laundry? No, I must endure night soil and prison cells and unwashed soldiers…

Reading a good book can be like being on vacation!

Vacations often go to fast! Enjoy every minute!

My mother had this thing she used to say. Before she died. "Nearly everything is easier to get into than it is to get out of.

Run, Steven. Run fast and far.