escape

We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then we ran. We ran blindly, and men and houses streaked past us in a torrent without shape.

Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can__ escape it.

The motive for our actions doesn't lie ahead of us. It's something behind us that we're trying to escape.

It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.

There is an abandonment, an escape, that physical labor bestows.

He approaches a cockroach in only one respect: his coloration is brown. That is all. Apart from this he has a tremendous convex belly divided into segments and a hard rounded back suggestive of wing cases. In beetles these cases conceal flimsy little wings that can be expanded and then may carry the beetle for miles and miles in a blundering flight. Curiously enough, Gregor the beetle never found out that he had wings under the hard covering of his back. (This is a very nice observation on my part to be treasured all your lives. Some Gregors, some Joes and Janes, do not know that they have wings.)

I wasn't in danger today," I tell him in a choked voice. "I escaped danger today." And I did... I feel like the whole day has been an electrical shock, paddles straight to my heart, bringing me out of a lifelong torpor I hadn't even known I was in. "I escaped," I repeat.

Unicorns know naught of shame, or need, or doubt, or debt;But mortals, as you may have noticed, take what they can get.

And so, now, it is almost midnight of the first day, and I have broken my resolution to go to bedearly - postponing sleep, and thereby the inevitable waking up in tomorrow. Another device of escape.

There's nowhere else to escape to ... Except in a wooden box, that is.

Maybe that's why Claire had perfected the art of invisibility. It was a form of self-preservation. You couldn't resent what you could not see. She was so quiet, but she noticed everything. Her eyes tracked the world like it was a book written in a language that she could not understand. There was nothing timorous about her, but you got the feeling that she always had one foot out the door. If the situation got too hard, or too intense, she would simply disappear.

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

Before I knew escape, life was something to be endured, passively. Now I hunger for it.

There__ one last reason why none of us ever tries to escape. There are a few of us who just don__ have anywhere else to go.

There is no escape for me now, I know. Everything is over. I had my run. I was a murderer, a beautiful one, but I lived in a house of cards all my life and now it's all coming back to punish me, and there is no escape.

Little thieves get shot, but great ones escape._ Kelly Oliver, WOLF: A Jessica James Mystery

What's the use of the wind if it won't take you away on it?

Don__ pretend, Bianca,_ he said. __ou__e smarter than that, and so am I. I finally figured out what you meant when you left. You said you were like Hester. I get it now. The first time you came to my house, when we wrote that paper, you said Hester was trying to escape. But everything caught up with Hester in the end, didn__ it? Well, something finally caught up with you, but you__e just running away again. Only, he_-Wesley pointed to my bedroom door-__s your escape this time._ He took a step toward me, forcing me to crane my neck even more to see his face. __dmit it, Duffy.___dmit what?___hat you__e running away from me,_ he said. __ou realized you__e in love with me and you bailed because it scared the shit out of you.