John Fogerty Quotes

You can run but you can't hide

He can run, but he can't hide.

A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.

You can run, but you can't hide, Cupcake." Morelli said. "I'll find you." "You are such a cop." "Tell me about it.

I'm certainly never running away from the Seekers again.

Now, we'll have to hang out here until we're sure Jared's really gone and can't catch us." He grinned conspiratorially. "Then we'll have some fun!" I remembered that his idea of fun was usually along the lines of an armed standoff.

Are you running away from something?

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

We're all running away. Some of us just don't get very far.

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

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'm not really a fugitive.

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.

Running away from something doesn't do anything except put distance.

Everyone has secrets, and I think some people flee from home - far from home - to try to keep those secrets.

You can't catch me outside.

Everything Iʹd been taught about eluding someone came rushing back to my head. What I wanted to do more than anything was look around and see if I had a follower, but that would have definitely attracted attention.

To avoid discovery I stay on the run. To discover things for myself, I stay on the run.

I bought an electric-powered chain saw with a plug-in cord so if I run away fast enough, you can only chase me so far.

The enemy will not see you vanish into God's company without an effort to reclaim you.

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

I'm like the Fugitive, running from the one-armed indie-rock community!

I made a lot of exits through side doors, down fire escapes or over rooftops. I abandoned more wardrobes in the course of five years than most men acquire in a lifetime. I was slipperier than a buttered escargot.

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 am always running away from something.