Chuck Robb Quotes

If you want to disappear, Emily, you can do it most anywhere.

The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won't bother me.

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.

Florida isn't so much a place where one goes to reinvent oneself, as it is a place where one goes if one no longer wished to be found.

I want to be invisible.

I spend most of my life not wanting to be found, and actually, I'm pretty good at it.

I was successfully hiding from the world on Broadway for about 25 years.

-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.

There are two places in the world where men can most effectively disappear - the city of London and the South Seas.

The greatest justification for travel is not self-improvement but rather performing a vanishing act, disappearing without a trace.

What dark secrets do you keep hidden from the world? Where would you go if no one could find you? What would you do if no one could see you?

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion.

Who doesn't want to just disappear, at some point in the day, in a year, to just step off the map and float?

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night.

I guess I'll fade off into bolivian

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

Hide until everybody goes home. Hide until everybody forgets about you. Hide until everybody dies.

You're safe only when you can't see anybody.

Hide me from day's garish eye.

Guess I'm going to fade into Bolivian.

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

One of my regrets would be that I will never again have the pleasure of sneaking into a cafe, any cafe I like, sitting down and diving into my world and no one knowing what I am doing and no one bothering about me and being totally anonymous, that was fantastic

Where do you live?" Adam's mouth was very set. "A place made for leaving" "That's not really an answer." "It's not really a place.

I want to be a mouse in a mousehole.