You can escape competition through authenticity, when you realize that no one can compete with you on being you. That would have been useless advice pre-internet. Post-internet, you can turn that into a career.

He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors.He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts.He was moving from an unreality that was frightening...

I spent the rest of the day in someone else’s story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.

He’s got things to do, places to be, realities to believe in. He can feel the phone he’s been told to keep switched off in this communication-free zone vibrating in his pocket and he thanks...

This song Emily by Joanna Newsom attaches my body to my soul which sails out and around me desperately trying to escape all the time. I still don’t understand it’s original meaning.

The day I became a writerit wasn’t the day a whore paid me in sexin exchange for one of my bookswhich happened often and more and moreas time went onit wasn’t the first time someone...

It might interest you to know,” Tully says, “that there’s a reason people build miniatures. Doesn’t matter if it’s guys laying out model railroads or women decorating dollhouses. It’s about control. It’s about reinventing reality.”...

The church and the whorehouse arrived in the Far West simultaneously. And each would have been horrified to think it was a different facet of the same thing. But surely they were both intended to...

I had forgotten what fiction was to me as a boy, forgotten what it was like in the library: fiction was an escape from the intolerable, a doorway into impossibly hospitable worlds where things had...

By God, I shall spend the rest of my life getting my heart back, healing and forgetting every scar you put upon me when I was a child. The first move I ever made, after...

If you think you’re free, there’s no escape possible.

I must apologize for calling so late,” said he, “and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall.

Nearly two years of dates. Still no question. Her mother and father want to set a proper date. Still no question. Her friends keep asking, when, Natasha? When? But she still hasn’t been asked The...

Yo pensaba que también podía ser heroico escaparse por gusto, sin más, por amor a la libertad y a la alegría—no a la alegría impuesta oficial y mesurada, sino a la carcajada y a la...

She walked forward, feeling the dew on the grass with each step. She tightened her eyes, welcoming the darkness.

Sooner or later, everybody dreams of other worlds.

Nobody actually ever does this—escaping through a window.

I used to dream of being other places, other people. It was an escape for me.

You think you can get rid of things, and people too–leave them behind. You don’t know yet about the habit they have, of coming back.

But it was fantasy, and she knew it. It was her fantasy, and the fantasy of everyone else who would look at her and at her pictures; and it would stop being real the moment...

No one can escape their past. The sins we’ve committed… and the sadness we’ve caused… No matter how far we run, our past remains, as ever-present as the moon in the sky. It looms in...

Scars prove that you’re still here. That you can move on. Maybe missing a chunk of yourself, but here, goddamn it, surviving.

It’s unpleasant magic, the kind that darkens the senses, the kind no one wants to experience, but once in a lifetime might not be able to avoid.

I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.

Twentyone is too old to go anywhere alone, you know that. I want to go with someone. I don’t mean as a bride, I’m not so gauche as that, but as a mistress or paramour...

Books make me happy, the help me escape from reality.

I think about dying, but i don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact, my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and...

Don’t let the rain drive you to the wrong shelter; the shade can turn out to be your protector and also your destroyer, and sometimes the rain is the perfect protector from the rain.

We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.

If only they let me, I’ll go right into the dense forest where you can’t find your way. And where the honey-sipping hummingbird rocks himself on the end of the thinnest branch, I will flower...

It’s still moving faster than the traditional Escape, but it is turning slower than some of the hybrids. The Escape as a hybrid is sort of middling.

Besides the alternate universe offered by a book, the quiet space of a museum was my favorite place to go. My mom said I was an escapist at heart . . . that I preferred...

I hate going back. I’d rather live at the bottom of my river of black, dragged this way and that by the forces that be, than go back there. Those forty-eight hours took twenty years...

The metaphor is so obvious. Easter Island isolated in the Pacific Ocean — once the island got into trouble, there was no way they could get free. There was no other people from whom they...

My head is in another dimension. My feet are talking to their soles. My nose is detecting a hint of sweaty, overpumped poon. There’s a spider corpse perpetually hanging on the wall next to my...

After all, I had been waiting decades for it to come. I wanted to escape this world, but only it could help me.

Before I knew escape, life was something to be endured, passively. Now I hunger for it.

Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million...

The black land slid by and he was going into the country among the hills. For the first time in a dozen years the stars were coming out above him, in great processions of wheeling...

Mr Moss’s courtyard is railed in like a cage, lest the gentlemen who are boarding with him should take a fancy to escape from his hospitality.

The calmness was fracturing, tendrils of fear seeping through her mind like ivy. Once the fear consumed her, she’d run.

So deep is the conflict, I believe I cannot breathe for all the doubt, guilt and sorrow my sister is pushing into me as her hand presses harder upon my sore breastplate and her fingers...

En wanneer ge na nog een half uur lopen dit zestiend’ eeuws stadje ontdekken gaat en bij de bron op het plein uw hete handen dompelt in het ijskoude alpenwater, bedenkt ge dat het niet...

At first, the drudgery of mastering your craft is a prison—boring, slow, and with an awareness of how much time you’ll have to put in. But somewhere along your prison sentence, you come to see...

There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn’t fix me, doesn’t...

An Overall Feeling of Doom that One Cannot Ever Escape no Matter What One Does

… since I was still, and must for long remain, in that period of life when one has not yet separated the fact of this sensual pleasure from the various women in whose company one...

In the past I had often tried to escape the grown-up world of sorrow through my imagination- dreaming that a handsome young lieutenant would ride to my rescue or that a great empresario would discover...

Even in the darkness of the closed box she felt trapped inside, she could see light shining in through tiny holes on the lid.They were like the stars beckoning her towards a place where all...

Evil originates not in the absence of guilt; but in our effort to escape it.