C. S. Lewis Quotes

You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run again. You got to hide-hidey-hide, the old man is down the road.

The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.

A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

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.

The wild Indian power of escaping observation, even where there is little or no cover to hide in, was probably slowly acquired in hard hunting and fighting lessons while trying to approach game, take enemies by surprise, or get safely away when compelled to retreat.

After having supplied myself with provisions from Mr. Travis's, I scratched a hole under a pile of fence rails in a field, where I concealed myself for six weeks, never leaving my hiding place but for a few minutes in the dead of night to get water, which was very near.

Maybe Liz was right and she'd wanted someplace safe. Maybe Mr. Solomon really did understand that running was the only way Macey would find out if we'd run after her. Or maybe, like me, she just wanted to disappear for a little while

All right," Spook said. He reached to the ground, scooping up a pile of ash. "Let's just rub this into your clothing and on your face...." Breeze froze. "I'll meet you back ath the lair," he finally said.

I have a great way of disappearing, and I'm able to do things people would never imagine. I'm often not recognized because I'm easy to hide if I change my hairstyle or put on a hat. I disappear very easily. That's not hard for me to do.

Yes, I was mad at God because of the cancer diagnosis. I thought I should have been protected because of the work I do in the world.

On recovering my senses, I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me. I first filled my pockets with gold, then fastened the strings of the purse round my neck, and concealed it in my bosom.

A demon, in a way, is a test of your faith. Because if you're doing God's work, there's no reason for any demon to do anything to you.

You can't hit what you can't see.

I used to wear disguises, like hats and false beards, just to walk around and avoid attention.

We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.

I want to be invisible.

I'm not really a fugitive.

There will be roughly 80 million people with a grievance who will be looking for me. I do not want them to find me.

I'm a shadow whisperer: I hide in the shadows. And I tend to avoid places where I might get photographed and end up with my picture in the press.

I did everything I could to remain anonymous for as long as possible.

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

Bodyguards offer fake security. The real security comes from having your enemies know nothing about you.

It wasn't necessarily my choice to disappear.

You have to know how to disappear.