Quotes About Escape

Kiss those cuffs good-bye. Lula from Hard Eight By Janet Evonavich

They were about ten yards away, coming up the starboard side, when the men suddenly dove off their boat. Nick looked over his shoulder and saw Kate standing behind him with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher resting on her shoulder. It may have been the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

I rushed us out of your parents' house because I didn't think I could manage two hours at the dinner table with everyone focused on Joe Loosey's joystick sitting in the refrigerator next to the applesauce.

Holy Mary, mother of God, my mother said. You were being chased by Richard Nixon, Bill Clinton, and a rabbit.

Her concept of paradise was something more immediate: a book and a blanket beneath a tree, where she might read in peace.

Holy Mary, mother of God," my mother said. "You were being chased by Richard Nixon, Bill Clinton, and a rabbit.

She looked like Pooh when he was stuck in the rabbit hole.

So much for the sexy moment, I thought. Saved by monkey gas.

May misfortune follow us for the rest of our lives, but never catch up-Nicolas Fox, The Heist

If I had a Yeti hiding in my closet I'd take the cat and go someplace else too," Lula said. We

So, what's the point of running away if you have nowhere you want to go?

You need a real gun," Lula said. "I don't need a real gun. I'm not shooting anyone." "Suppose they shoot at you first?" "I wave my arms in the air, scream like a girl, and run away as fast as I can.

came out alive," Kate said.

I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

She sat in her chair, eyes closed. She liked to be the last one to leave. She despised crowds, and their opinions as they left a performance, or worse, discussed the wait for the bathroom or where do you want to eat. It spoiled her mood. She was still in that other world, she would stay there as long as she possibly could, the parallel channels twining and tunneling through her cortex like coral.

I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.

If this was a sandalwood pyre she would have thrown herself in and this paper she'd become would have caught fire and she and him could sail away like two birds.

If only we could be back there right now, a soft rain falling, in the cabin, the woodstove.

I wished I could shut it in a locket to wear aroung my neck. I wish a thousand-year sleep would find us, at this absolute second, like the sleep over the castle of Sleeping Beauty.

What was a weed, anyway. A plant nobody planted? A seed escaped from a traveler's coat, something that didn't belong? Was it something that grew better than what should have been there? Wasn't it just a word, weed, trailing its judgments. Useless, without value. Unwanted.

I'm a fish swimming by Ray. Catch me if you want me.

Meredith's father, the composer, who shot himself in this house. Came all the way from Vienna to shoot himself in LA. Escaped the Nazis but not himself.

It felt so good to be high. I felt the lid of the pencil-gray sky lift and I could breathe, I didn't dread the rest of the afternoon now.

Baltas katinas nusliuog? nuo man?s lyg b?gantis pienas.