Quotes About Escape

Now the only way out is straight up to Heaven.

Reading is a gift. It's something you can do almost anytime and anywhere. It can be a tremendous way to learn, relax, and even escape. So, enough about the virtues of reading. Time to read on.

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss.

I have never understood why an intoxicated man feels the climax of insult is to hurl at you your name. Perhaps because he knows it is the one charge you cannot deny. But invariably before you escape, as though assured the words will cover your retreat with shame, he throws at you your full title.

anything was better than the horrible state of things below. I remember very well going to the hatchway and putting my head down, when I was oppressed by nausea, and always being relieved immediately. It was an effectual emetic.

Cowper invented the idea of the 'armchair traveller': 'My imagination is so captivated upon these occasions, that I seem to partake with the navigators, in all the dangers they encountered. I lose my anchor; my main-sail is rent into shreds; I kill a shark, and by signs converse with a Patagonian, and all this without moving from my fireside.'90

No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.

Perhaps jungle life, despite physical danger, was a relaxing one. Surely it was free of the petty grievances, the disparate values of society. It was simple, devoid of artifice and ulcer-burning pressures.

Well, why not? Why not go out? It was a sure way to be free of them.

I read because one life isn't enough, and in the pages of a book I can be anybody

But it was a rich, picture-perfect, it-can't-happen-here kind of suburb where people had gone, not to deal with life's problems, but to avoid them.

I read because one life isn't enough, and in the page of a book I can be anybody.

The massively parallel online experience will go on, faithful to the tyranny of the place it pretends to escape.

I've got Abba in my head," she told him. "Make them go away.

People for whom summer wasn't a verb.

I read some good books that summer, along with a great many bad ones, and I liked them all. Off in my own retreat and my own world

His gun cracked again and he missed me, though I felt the hot wind hiss past my cheek.

Don't thank me," she said. "I didn't do it out of any love for you. If I'd refused, you'd have killed me. This way, I've got a few hours' head start.

It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way. Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...

He was not concerned with whether these acts were right or wrong; they simply appealed to him as possible avenues of escape. He felt that some day there would be a black man who would whip the black people into a tight band and together they would act and end fear

quiet. But when no one was looking I would slip into Ella's room and steal a book and take it back of the barn and try to read it. Usually I could not decipher enough words to make the story have meaning. I burned to learn to read novels and I tortured my mother into telling me the meaning of every strange word I saw, not because the word itself had any value, but because it was the gateway to a forbidden and enchanting land. One

She twisted from him and ran, nude, to the opposite wall. When he came at her this time §he screamed again and ran into the kitchen. She flicked on the light and stood nude amid the white refrigerator, the white gas stove, the gleaming sink, the white-topped table.

To live, he had created a new world for himself, and for that he was to die.

Wasn't I right? Isn't it nice here?" Miranda thought fast. "Well…there's atmosphere, that's for sure." "I could never come here all by myself. But when Roo's mad or sad or worried about something, this is where she always runs away to." "Yeah." Parker sighed. "Too bad she always runs back home again.