Quotes About Escapism

He's an escapist. He wants to cultivate his interior garden.

And the least stupid, fleeing the herd where fate has penned them fast, take refuge in the wards of opium, so much for what is news around the world.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn't fit the other. I didn't care.

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn't let me.

I drank for some time, three or four days. I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

I had no interests. I had no interests in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn't let me.

too often, the only escape is sleep

He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for a few days, I knew I could get anything I wanted from him.

I was getting depressed. My life wasn't going anywhere. I needed something, the flashing of lights, glamour, some damn thing. And here I was, talking to the dead. I finished my first drink. The second was ready.

Don't you go to the movies? Mostly just to eat popcorn in the dark.

That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.

as a very young man I divided an equal amount of time between the bars and the libraries; how I managed to provide for my other ordinary needs is the puzzle; well, I simply didn't bother too much with that— if I had a book or a drink then I didn't think too much of other things—fools create their own paradise.

I bought two tall six-packs of Schlitz and went back to my place and drank down the requiem.

She says Thomas drank himself to death because he felt his talent was waning. Bullshit. Thomas drank himself to death for the same reason that I do: he loved his drink, it lifted him where he belonged, where we all belong, where we all should be if the stream of people weren't such asses and didn't believe in homes and new cars and all that junk.

That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen. As

Will you read some of your poems?" "Christ, no." "Why not?" "I just want to drink." "You talk about drinking a lot in your books. Do you think drinking has helped your writing?" "No. I'm just an alcoholic who became a writer so that I would be able to stay in bed until noon." I

La monotonia, un lavoro fisso che non portava a niente, anime che cercavano altre anime per sfuggire ad imbarazzanti silenzi ed una città senza stimoli che cercava di camuffare la noia dietro falsi sorrisi, musica assordante e belle gambe inavvicinabili. Niente di buono. Ma era incredibile come la gente riusciva ad adattarsi

Sinceramente, horrorizava-me a vida, aquilo que um tipo tinha de fazer só para poder comer, dormir e andar vestido. De maneira que fiquei na cama a beber. Quando bebemos, o mundo continua lá fora, mas por instantes deixa de nos sufocar.

Me gustó, soy la mejor forma de entretenimiento que tengo; bebamos más vino.

Ese es el problema con la bebida, pensé, mientras me servía un trago. Si ocurre algo malo, bebes para olvidarlo; si ocurre algo bueno, bebes para celebrarlo; y si no pasa nada, bebes para que pase algo.

I'd been to Mosul and back and forth to Iraq and Latin America, and it was all quite harrowing... and I felt like I wanted a month or two of total escapism.