Escapee Quotes

She was here, and it was now; and as the emperor's instructors had so often drummed into her, the first item of business was to fit into her surroundings. And that meant not looking like an escapee from the medical ward ~ Timothy Zahn

The next morning he drove the stranger's car half way to the Registry of Motor Vehicles before he realized he could not apply for a driver's license. He suddenly realized he had left his name at the prison. ~ Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker

Unlike the escapee, your team of hunters will be out during the brightest, hottest, most excruciating part of the day. Make sure each hunter is well supplied with water and antisunstroke accessories. ~ Max Brooks

Every now and then, I'll meet an escapee, someone who has broken free of self-centeredness and lit out for the territory of compassion. You've met them, too, those people who seem to emit a steady stream of, for want of a better word, love-vibes. As soon as you come within range, you feel embraced, accepted for who you are. For those of us who suspect that you rarely get something for nothing, such geniality can be discomfiting. Yet it feels so good to be around them. They stand there, radiating photons of goodwill, and despite yourself you beam back, and the world, in a twinkling, changes. ~ Marc Ian Barasch

shot or worse. I needed a plan. So nobody had ever successfully escaped from Eisenberg Correctional. I was willing to bet they'd never had a prisoner like me, but then again, that was probably what every other would-be escapee thought before he ate a bullet. ~ Craig Schaefer

I was an escapee of childhood. I always wanted to grow up. ~ Uma Thurman

I went to bed wearing my oldest, most faded flannel shirt, the bra that had looked all right in the catalog but was obviously an escapee from a downmarket nursing home when it arrived, white cotton panties that had had pansies on them about seven hundred washings ago and were now a kind of mottled gray, and the jeans I usually wore for housecleaning or raking Yolande's garden because they were too shabby for work even if I never came out of the bakery. Food inspector arrest-on-sight jeans. Oh, and fuzzy green plaid socks. It was a cool night for summer. Relatively. I lay down on top of the bedspread. And slept through till the alarm at three-forty-five. He hadn't come. T ~ Robin McKinley