Quotes About Escape

Beer lays a comforting veil of mirth between reality and me.

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.

Camping: The art of getting closer to nature while getting farther away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower, and flush toilet.

Cinema should make you forget you are sitting in the theater.

If you put out the fire, you won't have to jump out the window!

A bad day of fishing is better than a good day of work.

We feel free when we escape — even if it be but from the frying pan into the fire.

Happiness is distraction from the human tragedy.

Some people breathe through their mouth, some breathe through their nose — I breathe through the pages of a book.

They ran through the night. And the next day found them still running. They were running over the surface of a world frozen and dead. No life stirred.

Let us leave this room, said Melancthe. It reeks of the brain.

Never before had I used my service to escape any woes that troubled me, but I did that day.

It wasn't necessary for me to stop Anthea's heart. Each death had contributed a little to killing her. There had been so much hope when we'd escaped from the prison, and then the slow dissipation, the gradual abandonment of all expectations, a defeat that had killed everything without a battle. She wondered when it had dawned on us that we were as much prisoners out in the open as we had been behind bars.

One always has riches when one has a book to read.

Maurice Blanche maintained that amid the tales, the smokescreens, and the deceptive mirrors of life's unsolved mysteries, truth resides, waiting for someone to enter its sanctum, then leave, without quite closing the door behind them. That is when truth may make its escape.

Then I let the stories live inside my head, again and again until the real world fades back into cricket lullabies and my own dreams.

too many people who had come west to escape the past

he was one of those poets who escaped the terrors of writing by writing all the time.

His body, which I had come to know so well, glowed in the light and charged and thickened the air between us. Then something opened in my brain, a secret, noiseless door swung open, frightening me: it had not occurred to me until that instant that, in fleeing from his body, I confirmed and perpetuated his body's power over me.

For he was one of those poets who escaped the terrors of writing by writing all the time.

All they really knew were two darknesses, the darkness of their lives, which was now closing in on them, and the darkness of the movies, which had blinded them to that other darkness

Now, as then, we find ourselves bound, first without, then within, by the nature of our categorization. And escape is not effected through a bitter railing against this trap; it is as though this very striving were the only motion needed to spring the trap upon us. We take our shape, it is true, within and against that cage of reality bequeathed us at our birth; and yet it is precisely through our dependence on this reality that we are most endlessly betrayed.

You play it safe long enough," he said, in a different tone, "and you'll end up trapped in your own dirty body, forever and forever and forever—like me.

I was in a box for I could see that, no matter how I turned, the hour of confession was upon me and could scarcely be averted; unless of course, I leaped out of the cab, which would be the most terrible confession of all.