Dorothy Parker Quotes

You can't get away, you can't escape. You'll jump through a plate-glass window several times and end up being right back in the spider's web.

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

While I see many hoof marks going in, I see none coming out. It is easier to get into the enemy's toils than out again.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

There's no way out of here.

Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth.

I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion. A thick round wall of glass.

I am a poem. There is no way out.

Veels vithin veels, a prison in a prison.

[Marriage] happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.

You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

Is it not that bad to be trapped somewhere, then? Depending on where you're trapped?" "I suppose it depends on how much you like the place you're trapped in," Widget says. "And how much you like whoever you're stuck there with," Poppet adds, kicking his black boot with her white one.

The horror of being caged has lost its thrill.

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea.

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

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.

Under every deep a lower deep opens.

The world stands on absurdities, and without them perhaps nothing at all would happen.

Some things, the more you understand the more you loathe them.

I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.