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Escape Quotes

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"Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn't want to pass that thunderhead on her way out."
Katherine McIntyre
"Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn't want to pass that thunderhead on her way out."
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"We got there without being spotted. I pulled her in, then shut the door, pressing my back to it and exhaling like an epileptic pilot who'd just landed a cargo plane full of dynamite."
Brandon Sanderson
"We got there without being spotted. I pulled her in, then shut the door, pressing my back to it and exhaling like an epileptic pilot who'd just landed a cargo plane full of dynamite."
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"There must be some kind of way out of here,' said the joker to the thief..."
Bob Dylan
"There must be some kind of way out of here,' said the joker to the thief..."
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"Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe. If you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become obvious yourself."
Charles Bukowski
"Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe. If you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become obvious yourself."
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"To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape."
John Fowles
"To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape."
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"So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance to escape the reservation."
Sherman Alexie
"So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance to escape the reservation."
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"I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it."
Emily Bronte
"I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it."
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"Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests."
H. P. Lovecraft
"Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests."
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"I just want to get away from me."
Kris Kidd
"I just want to get away from me."
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"That's where thinking started, where thinking stopped, where all her prayers so long ago had dried up. She no longer prayed, nor even dreamed of changing her father. Her dreams now played variations on the theme of escape. And they were nothing more than that -just dreams, just play. She'd been alone at the end of her dreams so many times before and never had God helped her escape her father, because God couldn't, because she would never escape her need to love him."
Geoffrey Wood
"That's where thinking started, where thinking stopped, where all her prayers so long ago had dried up. She no longer prayed, nor even dreamed of changing her father. Her dreams now played variations on the theme of escape. And they were nothing more than that -just dreams, just play. She'd been alone at the end of her dreams so many times before and never had God helped her escape her father, because God couldn't, because she would never escape her need to love him."
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