Quotes About Freedom

Believe me, it is a great deal better to find cast-iron proof that you're innocent than to languish in a cell hoping that the police---who already think you're guilty---will find it for you.

Freedom, he said out loud... I can't cope with it..

Come," he said, sweeping through the door to where Miss Janice Pearce sat glaring at a pencil, "let us go. Let us leave this festering hellhole. Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

Beyinlerinin bu karanl?k ve kilitli köÅŸelerinden kurtulabilmeyi isterdi, çünkü burada sakl? olanlar arada s?rada bir an için yüzeye ç?k?yor, zihninin neÅŸe ve eÄŸlence bölümünü tuhaf düÅŸüncelerle doldurarak, kendisini hayat?n?n temel görevi olarak gördüÄŸü ÅŸeyden, yani harika bir ÅŸekilde iyi zaman geçirmekten al?koymaya çal???yorlard?.

She had nearly said, "Over what?," but at that moment she realized that if she said that she would have to listen to his reply, which would be bound to infuriate her into arguing back. It occurred to her for the first time that the only way of escaping was just not to get drawn into these arguments. If she simply did not respond this time, then she was free to leave. She tried it. She felt a sudden freedom. She left. A week later, in much the

A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment. Learn to be one with the joy of the moment.

he had had absolutely no cigarettes at all. Not one. They were out of his life, foresworn utterly. He didn't need them. He could do without them. They merely nagged at him like mad and made his life a living hell

No voy a ser la marioneta de nadie, mucho menos, de mí mismo.

In order to fly,all one must do is simply miss the ground

A slight hiss built into a deafening roar of rushing air as the outer hatchway opened onto an empty blackness studded with tiny, impossibly bright points of light. Ford and Arthur popped into outer space like corks from a toy gun.

Yes. I much prefer it here. So much less reputable, so much more fraught.

You certainly don't fuck about trying to ride manta rays.

There is an art, it says, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it. The first part is easy.

Father, will justice ever reign in Scotland?

Victory is freedom of mind and body.' I believe that is true. I would go further and say that victory is freedom of mind from body. Separation from the thing that imprisons us. Flight. Perhaps freedom from life itself. That is victory. Life is brutal. It is like this whip and these ropes. It hurts. It scars. But we must take it.

A few years ago it dawned on me that everybody past a certain age ... pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives. They don't want to be who they are any more. They want out. This list includes Thurston Howell the Third, Ann-Margret, the cat members of Rent, Václav Havel, space shuttle astronauts and Snuffleupagus. It's universal.

Do you ever just want to take your car out onto the highway and gun the engine as fast as you can and then close your eyes and see what happens?

Only the disenfranchised can party with abandon.

A few years ago it dawned on me that everybody past a certain age - regardless of how they look on the outside - pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

Hasn't it been a long time since you had a flying dream?

Society indeed conspires to keep you ball and chained.

You don't believe magic is possible in lives lived within traditional boundaries.

It's what makes us different from every other creature in the world - we have time. And we have choices

It's called 'designer prisoner-of-conscience labour.