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Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
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escape
freedom
reality
intoxication
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Anaïs Nin |
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To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.
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escape
reading
books
life
good-habits
refuge
pleasure
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W. Somerset Maugham |
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Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
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escape
reading
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David Mitchell |
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Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.
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burroughs
escape
change
inspirational
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William S. Burroughs |
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To escape death, she'd become death.
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escape
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Sarah J. Maas |
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But many of us seek community solely to escape the fear of being alone. Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.
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solitude
loneliness
escape
relationship
fear
love
community
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Bell Hooks |
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Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.
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escape
mind
life
inspirational
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Virginia Woolf |
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The church and the whorehouse arrived in the Far West simultaneously. And each would have been horrified to think it was a different facet of the same thing. But surely they were both intended to accomplish the same thing: the singing, the devotion, the poetry of the churches took a man out of his bleakness for a time, and so did the brothels.
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escape
church
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John Steinbeck |
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Humans had built a world inside the world, which reflected it in pretty much the same way as a drop of water reflected the landscape. And yet ... and yet ... Inside this little world they had taken pains to put all the things you might think they would want to escape from -- hatred, fear, tyranny, and so forth. Death was intrigued. They thought they wanted to be taken out of themselves, and every art humans dreamt up took them further . He was fascinated.
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theatre
escape
escapism
human-nature
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Terry Pratchett |
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Why can't these American women stay in their own country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women. It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it.
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escape
women
humor
eve
paradise
sarcasm
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Oscar Wilde |
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To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the anxiety that attacks us when we try to say something true about the world. This is the consoling function of narrative -- the reason people tell stories, and have told stories from the beginning of time.
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escape
reading
fiction
interpretation
real-world
narrative
escapism
storytelling
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Umberto Eco |
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Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.
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escape
hopes
dreams
southern-california
transience
restlessness
los-angeles
escapism
nightmares
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Michael Connelly |
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You're trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.
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escape
facing-problems
fight
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Enid Blyton |
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Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.
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escape
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David Mitchell |
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"There is no such thing as freedom on earth," he said. "Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you've escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage. But are you? You love me - THAT'S a bondage."
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escape
freedom
love
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L.M. Montgomery |
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But I can now understand why people read, why they like to get lost in somebody else's life. Sometimes I'll read a sentence and it will make me sit up, jolt me, because it is something that I have recently felt but never said out loud. I want to reach into the page and tell the characters that I understand them, that they're not alone, that I'm not alone, that it's ok to feel like this. And then the lunch bell rings, the book closes, and I'm plunged back into reality.
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escape
reading
flawed
relatable
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Cecelia Ahern |
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Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.
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escape
freedom
religion
individual
west
purpose
obedience
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D.H. Lawrence |
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The metaphor is so obvious. Easter Island isolated in the Pacific Ocean -- once the island got into trouble, there was no way they could get free. There was no other people from whom they could get help. In the same way that we on Planet Earth, if we ruin our own [world], we won't be able to get help.
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escape
preservation
environment
help
society
isolation
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Jared Diamond |
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Escape is a commodity like anything else
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escape
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Iain M. Banks |
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I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.
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live
escape
die
thought
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John Green |
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"I must apologize for calling so late," said he, "and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall."
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escape
doctor-watson
late-visit
scrambling
unconventional
sherlock-holmes
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Arthur Conan Doyle |
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...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.
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sleep
suicide
earth
escape
depression
sorrow
fear
mother
misery
terror
horror
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Leaving what is safe so you can be more, Derek said. The cage is what the bird knows; the sky is all the things he still wants to do even if it's a risk.
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escape
freedom
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Ilona Andrews |
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Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.
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escape
eve-dallas
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J.D. Robb |
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I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness.
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escape
introspection
beat-generation
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Allen Ginsberg |
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You are loosed from your moorings, and are free; I am fast in my chains, and M a slave! You move merrily before the gentle gale, and I sadly before the bloody whip! You are freedoms swift winged angels, that fly around the world; I am confined in the bands of iron! O that I were free! O, that if I were on one of your gallant decks, under your protecting wing! Alas! Betwixt me and you, the turbid waters roll. Go on, go on. O, that I could also go! Could I but swim! If I could fly! O, why was I born a man, of whom to make a brute! The glad ship is gone; she hides in the dim distance. I am left in the hottest hell of unending slavery. O God, save me! God, deliver me! Let me be free! Is there any God! Why am I a slave? I will run away. I will not stand. Get caught, or clear, I'll try it. I had as well die with ague as the fever. I have only one life to lose. I had as well be killed running as die standing. Only think of it; 100 miles straight north, and I am free! Try it? Yes! God is helping me, I will. It cannot be that I shall live and die a slave. I will take to the water. This is very bay shall yet bear me into freedom. The steamboats steered in the Northeast course from Northpoint. I will do the same; and when I get to the head of the bay, I will turn my canoe adrift, and walked straight through Delaware into Pennsylvania. When I get there, I shall not be required to have a pass; I can travel without being disturbed. Let but the first opportunity offer, and, come what will, I am off. Meanwhile, I will try to bear up under the yoke. I am not the only slave in the world. Why should I be free? I can bear as much as any of them. Besides I am but a boy, and all boys are bound to some one. It may be that my misery and slavery will only increase the happiness when I get free there is a better day coming. [62 - 63]
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escape
freedom
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Frederick Douglass |
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They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is will shadow The man that pretends to be.
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perfection
escape
goodness
system
shadow
utopia
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T.S. Eliot |
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White man trying to kill you slow every day, and sometimes trying to kill you fast. Why make it easy for him? That was one kind of work you could say no to.
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escape
slavery
death
slaves
whites
race-relations
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Colson Whitehead |
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The one who merely flees is not yet free. In fleeing he is still conditioned by that from which he flees.
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escape
freedom
philosophy
flee
fleeing
german-idealism
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Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel |
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For I'm afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don't mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away from London to get to it, to its spaciousness and healing. I mean that awful loneliness of spirit that is the ultimate tragedy of life. When you've got to that, really reached it, without hope, without escape, you die. You just can't bear it, and you die.
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solitude
loneliness
escape
spirit
fear
hope
london
soul
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Elizabeth von Arnim |
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Deception' is the word I most associate with anorexia and the treachery which comes from falsehood. The illness appears inviting. It would seem to offer something to those unwary or unlucky enough to suffer from it - friendship, a get-out, or a haven - when, in fact, it is a trap.
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illness
escape
false-friend
haveb
anorexia-nervosa
falsehood
treachery
deception
trap
self-deception
anorexia
eating-disorder
mental-illness
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Carol Lee |
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Bosch had never liked Las Vegas, though he came often on cases. It shared a kinship with Los Angeles; both were places desperate people ran to. Often, when they ran from Los Angeles, they came here. It was the only place left.
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escape
las-vegas
nevada
los-angeles
desperation
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Michael Connelly |
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Beyond all of that, I could see the wall I had seen from inside the train, the wall that runs along the train line. I assumed that there, behind it, was the west, and I was right. I could have been wrong, but I was right.' If she had any future it was over there, and she needed to get to it. I sit in the chair exploring the meaning of dumbstruck, rolling the word around in my mind. I laugh with Miriam as she laughs at herself, and at the boldness of being sixteen. At sixteen you are invulnerable. I laugh with her about rummaging around for a ladder in other people's sheds, and I laugh harder when she finds one. We laugh at the improbability of it, of someone barely more than a child poking around in Beatrix Potter's garden by the Wall, watching out for Mr McGregor and his blunderbuss, and looking for a step-ladder to scale one of the most fortified barriers on earth. We both like the girl she was, and I like the woman she has become. She says suddenly, 'I still have the scars on my hands from climbing the barbed wire, but you can't see them so well now.' She holds out her hands. The soft parts of her palms are crazed with definite white scares, each about a centimeter long. The first fence was wire mesh with a roll of barbed wire along the top.
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escape
courage
freedom
captive
escape-attempt
fence
gdr
berlin-wall
self-belief
belief
teenager
wall
scars
dark-humor
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Anna Funder |
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I came to this city to escape.
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escape
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Despues de exigir mi marcha, ya no posees jurisdiccion en lo concerniente a mi salud.
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escape
alejamiento
huida
salud
desamor
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Salman Rushdie |
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I thought of all the summer evenings I'd spent sitting in the chairs under the trees beside the trailer, reading books that helped me escape Creek View, at least for a little while. Magical kingdoms, Russian love triangles, and the March sisters couldn't have been further away from the trailer park.
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escape
reading
books
trailer
trailer-park
louisa-may-alcott
little-women
reading-quotes
escape-from-reality
love-of-reading
books-reading
love-of-books
read
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Heather Demetrios |
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Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life.
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sleep
escape
desperate
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
suicidal
misery
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Iris Murdoch |
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Woe be to the wug who forgets that destroying one part of a thing does not equal victory
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escape
mystery-suspense
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David Baldacci |
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Running away from uncertainty and confusion but most of all running away from myself. I thought I might become someone else in time, grafted on to something better and stronger. And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way.
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escape
life
fleeing
running
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Jeanette Winterson |