Stephen King Quotes

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

I'm like a caged animal sometimes. Let me yearn to breathe free.

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

So I departed and was free from imprisonment.

We're all in prison. All of us are in prison, but some of us have a key.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.

There are all kinds of darkness, and all kinds of things can be found in them, imprisoned, banished, lost or hidden. Sometimes they escape. Sometimes they simply fall out. Sometimes they just can't take it any more.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice.

Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!

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.

I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which 'Escape' is now so often used. Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?

The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

A forest bird never wants a cage.

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.

On some days in prison you might just need to get out of there, but on some days - not all days, but some - you might be able to see the sky and see the blue in it.

Having been let out of the barn once, I know I wouldn't be happy if I were home all the time.

All the best stories in the world are but one story in reality - the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape.

Most of us are imprisoned by something. We're living in darkness until something flips on the switch.

You'll never know how sweet freedom can be unless you've lost it for eight and a half years.

There is not a man among them who would not leave if they believed they could make their escape … Liberty is sweet.

I never thought I would see the outside of Chicago.