Quotes About Escape

Best to flee now, before the pitchforks and torches and scientists come calling.

at least this way we're safe in a room with a door that locks. And the sign says they have HBO. That stands for Horrible Bloody Ohmygod. Eve said. which is the way they kill you. When you think you're safe.

I'm glad I've escaped a hell I had hardly even recognized when I was burning in it.

Could you maybe not admire the evil enemy quite as much, and focus on how we're going to get out of this?

I feel like I'm some kind of fugitive here, like I'm hiding from something. Maybe myself.

He's not getting out of here again...But you don't have to go all Marquis de Sade on him either. Just kill him or let me.

She'd started handcuffed, armed with a paper clip. Now she had a ten-inch strip of metal with sharp edges, handcuffs, and a paper clip. Her odds were improving all the time.

But the guilt is nebulous, not actual, and I'm not on the run from the law. Just from the lawless.

Run, damn you!

Run, I see him say, enunciating it so I can lip-read. Run away. I walk instead. Slowly. Calmly. Because fuck him.

Being hunted by a city full of zombies might have seemed like a relief in some ways- at least you knew whom to run from, and whom to run toward.

Where's your sense of adventure?' 'Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?

I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in thier magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said could you drop me off down the road, please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know? Maybe backpack across Europe or Asia? I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way.

I love the way you look when reading a book—content and dreamy, off in another world.

Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way.

And escape?" "Escape, sure. But it wasn't so much about getting away, as going to. You can go anywhere in a book. Books

Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books." "And escape?

I think that reality has the distinct potential to completely suck, and the way to get around that is to step out of reality from time to time and find something a little more enjoyable with someone you completely, unadulteratedly

I could always find peace in books." "And escape?" "Escape, sure. But it wasn't so much about getting away, as going to. You can go anywhere in a book. Books are adventure. Knowledge. Possibility. Magic.

I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in their magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said, Could you drop me off down the road please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know?... I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way.

I love the escape. Academics aren't supposed to say that, but it's true. I love to dig into somebody else's vision, nightmare, utopia, whatever. I love how books put a dent in our egos— turns out we're not the first sentient generation on the planet after all. Other people have been just as perspective, just as worked up, about the same damn human problems we face.

To study with an able mind is to escape prison, for a time.

No escape to other worlds, nor refuge from the endless river of days.

Niet kunnen lezen of schrijven. Nooit kunnen ontsnappen naar een andere wereld, noch een schuilplaats hebben voor de eindeloze stroom dagen.