Quotes About Escape

Six books… my mother didn't want books falling into my hands. It never occurred to her that I fell into the books – that I put myself inside them for safe keeping.

Reading is where the wild things are.

Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and space. There is warmth there too - a hearth. I sit down with a book and I'm warm.

A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through.

A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road.

Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space. There is warmth there too - a hearth. I sit down with a book and I am warm.

I came to this city to escape.

It's why I am a writer...To avoid the narrow mesh of Mrs Winterson's story I had to be able to tell my own.

Feeling. I didn't want to feel.

our outside loo, known as the Betty, was a good loo; whitewashed and compact with a flashlight hanging behind the door. I smuggled books in there to read them in secret, claiming constipation.

Annem elimin kitaba deÄŸmesini istemiyordu.Kitaplar?n içine bal?klama dalaca??m akl?na bile gelmedi-saklanmak için kendimi onlara hapsedeceÄŸim de.

I libri sono per me una casa. I libri non fanno una casa, sono una casa, nel senso che, così come apri una porta, apri un libro e ci entri.

Let me read to you," said Roger Nowell. "It is a night for reading.

Mia madre non voleva che i libri cadessero nelle mie mani. Non aveva previsto che io potessi cadere nei libri, che mi infilassi dentro di loro per stare al sicuro.

Stories are where I live - they are physical three-dimensional places to me. When I was a kid and locked in the coal hole for various crimes, I had a choice: count coal - a limited activity. Tell myself a story - an unlimited world of the imagination.

A book is like magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it, you step through.

I libri per me sono una casa. I libri non fanno una casa, sono una casa, nel senso che, così come pari una porta, apri un libro e ci entri. Dentro trovi un'altra dimensione temporale, e un'altra dimensione spaziale. Trovi un calore, un focolare. Mi siedo a leggere un libro e avverto una sensazione di tepore. Come mi succedeva in quelle fredde notti passate sui gradini d'ingresso.

When under stress I thought of] the books I had read [and applied] them to myself. I [imagined I was] one of the characters [and soon found myself] in made-up circumstances which were most agreeable to my inclinations.

Go into the woods to lose sight and memory of the crimes of your contemporaries.

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.

Society demands that he limit himself to his function… There are indeed many precautions to imprison a man in what he is as if we lived in perpetual fear that he might escape from it, that he might break away and suddenly elude his condition.

I have never before had such a strong feeling that I was devoid of secret dimensions, confined within the limits of my body, from which airy thoughts float up like bubbles. I build memories with my present self. I am cast out, forsaken in the present: I vainly try to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

It's not that I don't want to become famous or that I'm obsessed by my work as an actress, but it's all about not limiting myself, such as putting myself in a little jail that I can escape from.