Quotes About Escape

Movies were, to me, like a way out. It was an escape valve. I remember having my parents drop me off at movies all the time.

It's difficult to do a genre film well, and it doesn't matter if you're talking vampire movies or 'Dawn of the Dead' or 'The Thing' or 'Escape From New York.' Those kind of movies, they understand what the old-school B-movie is supposed to be, they get the throwback of it.

Death is the one predator we can't escape. But vampires have found the loophole so many of us crave. I think that's the allure of vampirism.

I love Vancouver.

If I see somebody dancing really well, it can make me want to dance. Or it could be the music. But perhaps the thing I miss the most is that when you're dancing, everyday concerns vanish. It's a unique world.

The purposeful restriction of knowledge has been at the heart of untold misery and hardship in this world. Serfs were kept illiterate so as to not jeopardize the feudal system. Slaves were kept in the dark on a variety of subjects so as to not provide them the possibility of escape.

It's about avoiding reality through various escape routes that become addictions and lead to Hell. My character is addicted to television, chocolate, coffee, to her dream of her son, which has no basis in reality.

Vaudeville was characterized by sunny optimism, acts that were uplifting, cheerful, and clean. It provided a fanciful, magical escape, but after Black Friday, the tone of American entertainment changed almost overnight.

I don't like Las Vegas. I'd rather be mountain biking or climbing.

Las Vegas is a great place to be from, not to live in.

I think Vegas is the answer for pregnant people because of insomnia. It's open all the time and you go down and play your silly slots.

I don't really go out much at all. But there are times when I'm like, 'I gotta get out.' Then we go to Vegas, and we'll gamble.

I always love going to Vegas.

I love Vegas. I come to Vegas all the time... Check into a hotel for a day or two and enjoy the city.

Blue Origin's successful capsule escape demonstration represents a material step toward a fully re-usable sub-orbital vehicle.

I've always resented the force of attraction that traps me here on Planet Earth. It makes me feel like a bug stuck to a piece of duct tape. Ever since my teenage years, when I used to read a lot of science fiction and took it much too seriously, I've dreamed of somehow reaching escape velocity. I am, you might say, anti-gravity.

My dad was disappointed in me because I was obese, and he was a sports guy. As a result, I spent a lot of time in that basement. I could go down there and escape and be whatever I wanted to be. I had a huge fantasy life. It always involved vengeance.

It's always been a luxury to be able to hop a plane to Paris, to Venice, to the Grand Canyon.

To be honest, I wasn't a sci-fi geek at all. But I do love a good sci-fi film, especially one that can really take you away. And I read some reality-bending novels growing up, like stuff by Vonngeut, so I already had one part my brain open to the unnatural and unusual, and it's generally fun to venture into that world and film in it.

I've had times where I've joked, like, 'I'm going to move to Vermont and become a painter.' And sometimes that joke felt like, 'Oh that's a good idea.' But it was only, like, a daydream for a moment to, like, escape.

Nous, nous battions des paupières. Un clin d'Å"il, ça s'appelait. Un petit éclair noir, un rideau qui tombe et qui se relève : la coupure est faite. L'Å"il s'humecte, le monde s'anéantit. Vous ne pouvez pas savoir combien c'était rafraîchissant. Quatre mille repos dans une heure. Quatre mille petites évasions.

Wir haben nicht bloß unser Land, wir haben unsere Welt verloren - und damit die Möglichkeit, an die Unschlud jener Welt zu glauben, die wir geschaffen haben, einer Welt, der wir nicht entkommen können, für die wir nur Verantwortung übernehmen können und deren Wiederherstellung wir versuchen müssen.

Escape is no longer called for or even especially healthy. Escape from life is death.

the faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception