Quotes About Escapism

I find I have to give myself a day when I just shut myself off and do nothing but read.

If not, there was always whiskey.

the main character saying things like "In my world, chocolate is a vegetable.

Kathrin dachte, dass es manchmal schöner war, der Stimme eines fremden Schriftstellers zu lauschen, als einen real existierenden im Haus zu haben. Nach dem Abendessen würde Wolfi seinen Krieg gegen sich selbst endlich an den Schreibtisch verlegen, und Kathrin könte sich mit einem Buch in ihren Sessel setzen und die Arbeit eines Autors genießen, von dessen Krisen sie nichts wissen musste.

I try to live instinctively. And I guess I've always enjoyed living in a fantasy world, daydreaming.

You can get insular with fashion.

They've forgotten about beds, and I understand, because once you set sail on a movie, you are out of touch with ordinary land. Movie-makers between movies seem like you and me; they go to parties, they shop, they swim. But they're just treading water, waiting for another injection, another ship to come take them away in film. And money has nothing to do with it. "Gabrielle

Janis Joplin was always wondering when her prince would come, and the wait was such a bore that she purchased total surcease on the smooth, blank, clear, smiling lake of heroin. A famous friend of the famous

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

During the day she would read science fiction novels. In the evenings she watched television. And she ate, and ate, and drank, and ate.

Escapism seems to be the order of the day . . .Escape with drugs or alcohol, and the bitterness of living will be blurred . . .We can't escape from God.

Metal is starter-pack rock. It works as both a gateway to other forms of modern pop, via volume, speed, and power, and as a model of pure escapism—the roar of the fairground, the cheap thrills of the slasher movie, sex, and horror. Besides,

but why was he the way he was? Why, when in fact he was a shy and timid person, was he compelled to be number one and champion of the world in eating and drinking, why was he always fleeing from us, and when unable to flee, why the awful theatrics, the showing off?

Nothin's real scary except in books.

Besides, nothin's real scary except in books.

I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.

Once I began a book, I couldn't put it down. It was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I'd keep the book hidden so I could read during class. But I had almost no desire to talk with anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else.

You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you're living a different kind of life there. In a world that's inside you.

Having a drink in bed while listening to music and reading a book. As precious to me as a beautiful sunset or good clean air.

I'm alone inside the world of the story, my favorite feeling in the world.

Slowly like a movie fade out, the real world evaporates. I'm alone, inside the world of the story. My favorite feeling in the world.

Nights without work I spent with whisky and books.

I seriously believed I could escape myself–as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.