Unicorns know naught of shame, or need, or doubt, or debt;But mortals, as you may have noticed, take what they can get.

Delusions are hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding insane people living in a backwards world.

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

Even though I knew, deep down, what she was trying to do, I couldn’t hate her. Even when she hurt me, I forgave her.

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.

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

Which direction?" Robard asked. "Robard," I said exasperated, "we need a boat. I believe boats are kept at or near the ocean.

Writing is simply another means for truth to escape, besides crawling out the hole it’s eaten in the author’s belly.

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.What are you running from?What are you waiting for?

(...) I do want to leave, in the desperate way that an animal wants to escape a trap. Wild and rabid. Ready to gnaw through bone.

She felt trapped, but she didn't have to. The world is wide open and ready, waiting for us to escape this bubble and join it.

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

You gotta run more than your mouth to escape the treadmill of mediocrity. A true hustler jogs during the day, and sleepwalks at night.

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.