Armistead Maupin Quotes

It's the boredom that kills you. You read until you're tired of that. You do crossword puzzles until you're tired of that. This is torture. This is mental torture.

In my deepest troubles, I frequently would wrench myself from the persons around me and retire to some secluded part of our noble forests.

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

Don't you ever feel that - that you just need to get away? From everything? That it's all too much?

I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever.

Let people hide in their homes, caged like chickens. Cowards deserve no better.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

Dayodhuam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Suddenly the world has run amok and left you alone and sane behind

I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody.

He's right: They have to put madmen with madmen.

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.

The isolation, the separateness, is always a part of any utopia.

I saw clear as daylight how strange it is that not a single person living in this mad world has had the daring to go straight for it all and send it flying to the devil! I...I wanted to have the daring...and I killed her.

It was so much easier to be alone, if one could find just the right location.

She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell and she had felt that was true of life — one scratched on the wall.

I tend to have to just get away from it all, so it is nice when touring to be able to come home for a week or two and close the door and not really see anybody.

His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.

I think that I'm reaching a point in my life and in my career where soon it will be important for me to get out of the way and let younger, hungrier, more interesting people do what it is that I do. Maine is a wonderful place to hide, because no one ever looks for you there. And the goal of every person in Maine, whether native or from away, seems to be to mitigate as possible all human interaction. So it's a good place to disappear in.

Let's get this started, people. It won't be long before we all lose our minds.

I haven't found one place in the world yet where I could disappear.

The eagle has no liberty; he only has loneliness.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away.

Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.