Quotes About Escapism

Looking back, I guess I used to play-act all the time. For one thing, it meant I could live in a more interesting world than the one around me.

It's really a simple rule; you drink a lot, you piss a lot. Robert Mitchum, Mitch to pals, drank a lot. He also fought a lot and screwed a lot. He also pissed a lot.

All I wanted to do was watch media and not exist. I said, You know I don't like fun.

I was depressed this morning. I'd tried watching some new serials last night and even they couldn't distract me; reality was too intrusive.

The game-playing aspects of detective fiction came into prominence only after the First World War, as a symptom of people's reaction to carnage and bereavement; there was a hunger for escapism, and readers relished having the chance to solve a puzzle set in a detective story.

C'est ce que je veux, je veux d'autres tourments, des maux réels, des manifestations physiques d'un comportement précis. La cause de mon mal sera l'alcool ; pas la vérité, l'alcool. Je préfère une maladie qui tient dans les limites d'une bouteille plutôt qu'une maladie immatérielle et toute-puissante sur laquelle je ne peux pas mettre de nom ("Comment je suis devenu stupide", p37)

J.K. Rowling's and Terry Pratchett's. He liked to lose himself in fantasies where people always solved their problems, made sure that right was done and evil cast aside. If only life was that simple.

Writers of novels and romance in general bring a double loss to their readers; robbing them of their time and money; representing men, manners, and things, that never have been, or are likely to be.

la fantasía, ¿sabes?, es la única cualidad humana que no está sujeta a las miserias de la realidad.

There was something nice about a man who was absorbed by a good book.

She hadn't planned on having another beer, but then...when did she ever plan to drink another one? They usually just followed one after the other like stepping stones set into a stream, and she hopped along them one at a time until she lost her balance and fell into the drink.

Webb read fantasy; Jude read realism

Escapism sold books, to be sure, but not nearly as many as were sold by exposing America's flaws and making the average American reader (and book club member) look closely at his or her most cherished social assumptions. Americans might not be eager to accept integration, feminism, homosexuality, juvenile delinquency, and the drug culture– or to shoulder the blame for the existence of these problems– but they were certainly willing to read about them.

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one's own inner self.

Hay quien se hunde en la lectura de novelas para distraerse de sí mismo, para olvidar sus penas...

People are awful. Drink some beer.

I have such a rich fantasy life, I can't help it. I do make up a lot of romantic stories in my head.

The secondary purpose of sport is to distract people from reality, it is the new drug of our generation.

Now, on nights that I can't sleep, I play video games alone until the morning.

My brother, Stephen, has always said I live in a world of fairy tales. That is laughable, though, because the books I read contain all sorts of murder and mayhem, usually committed with revolvers or knives, and once even a machete.

When I read a novel I am not here. I am transported to far-off places, my eyes unseeing of the words on the page, busy with a scene being played out in my mind's eye, with my ears engaged, hearing the voices carry from the pen to the present. What a lovely place to be-not here - Just Jane (Chapter Four Page 35)

When I read a novel I'm not here. I'm transported to far-off places, my eyes unseeing of the words on the page, busy with a scene being played out in my mind's eye, with my ears engaged, hearing the voices carry from the pen to the present. What a lovely place to be—not here.

Men have always fought their misery with dreams. Although dreams were once powerful, they have been made puerile by the movies, radio and newspapers. Among many betrayals, this is the worst.

If she kept moving, she didn't have to think. She didn't have to see into herself. If she kept moving, no else could see into her, either.