Richelle Mead Quotes

I escaped one time. In 1971 I was in the free world for six weeks.

We made it,' he shouted. 'Not bad for a prison break, eh?' 'Good thinking Jake.

The other inmates stand in a long straight line, flanked by guards, and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them, because they will not run - will not try to escape.

as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape.

When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, "Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison." And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.

I finally broke into the prison I found my place in the chain Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows

[Completely bored by a country weekend, wiring to a friend:] For heaven's sake, rush me a loaf of bread, enclosing saw and file.

Believe me, I know all about bottle acoustics. I spent much of the sixth century in an old sesame oil jar, corked with wax, bobbing about in the Red Sea. No one heard my hollers. In the end an old fisherman set me free, by which time I was desperate enough to grant him several wishes. I erupted out in the form of a smoking giant, did a few lightning bolts, and bent to ask him his desire. Poor old boy had dropped dead of a heart attack. There should be a moral there, but for the life of me I can't see one.

The whole earth is in jail and we're plotting this incredible jailbreak.

We're all running away. Some of us just don't get very far.

Like the bright, cool dawn after a night of prison and of thunder, Man can taste that freedom sought so long.

You have to escape to survive, as you must survive to escape.

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.

I've got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I'll be back, I'll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don't want me to go where you go, so I go where you don't want me to.

Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in great density...Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage...In the forest, I am my entire self. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities.

You can run, but you can't hide, Cupcake." Morelli said. "I'll find you." "You are such a cop." "Tell me about it.

I'm running out of places I can run, looking for a place in the sun.

Now to escape involves not just running away, but arriving somewhere.

I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.

The world like our heads was meant to be escaped from, they are prisons world and head alike.

O, it's enough to be on your way. It's enough just to cover ground. It's enough to be moving on. Home: better build it behind your eyes. Carry it in your heart, Safe among your own.

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.

A garden was one of the few thing in prison that one could control. To plant a seed, watch it grow, to tend it then harvest it, offered a simple but enduring satisfaction. The sense of being the custodian of this small patch of earth offered a taste of freedom.