Quotes About Freedom

I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.

Andy was the part of me they could never lock up, the part of me that will rejoice when the gates finally open for me and I walk out in my cheap suit with my twenty dollars of mad-money in my pocket. That part of me will rejoice no matter how old and broken and scared the rest of me is. I guess it's just that Andy had more of that part than me, and used it better. -Red

hey bitch, you're never too old to rock and roll

some birds aren`t ment to be caged... their feathers are just to bright....

You don't have to live this way if you don't want to. You CAN, of course... but you don't have to.

I've spread my legs in the backseat in a creative sense quite a few times.

When you write, you want to get rid of the world, do you not? Of coarse you do. When you're writing, you're creating your own worlds.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.

When creative people do their best work, they're hardly ever in charge, they're just sort of rolling along with their eyes shut yelling wheee.

The soul of a man such as you can never leave the west.

Of course they had more chains on him than Scrooge saw on Marley's ghost, but he could have kicked up dickens if he'd wanted. That's a pun, son.

Many already leaving Sobriety City on the Alcohol Express

Free at last, he thought. Great God Almighty, I'm free at last. Then: I believe this is redemption. And it's good, isn't it? Quite good, indeed.

The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.

Come on, big guy. Let's go for a ride. Let's cruise.

She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash.

At night your thoughts have an unpleasant way of slipping their collars and running free.

But she stayed where she was a moment longer, like an animal which has been kept in a cage so long it cannot believe in freedom even when it is offered.

The lesson is that you're just an animal in a cage, no more than that, no better than that.

Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye

In a democracy we sometimes have to put up with things we don't life or approve of.

The best thing about being old is you don't have to worry about dieing young.