Quotes about Escapism

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like it, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it's always daisy-time.

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one's own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last, and it's good for nothing. You break your neck simply living.

I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

Escapism seems to be the order of the day … Escape with drugs or alcohol, and the bitterness of living will be blurred … We can't escape from God.

Once in a while, though, he went on binges. He would sneak into bookstores or libraries, lurk around the racks where the little magazines were kept; sometimes he'd buy one. Dead poets were his business, living ones his vice. Much of the stuff he read was crap and he knew it; still, it gave him an odd lift. Then there would be the occasional real poem, and he would catch his breath. Nothing else could drop him through space like that, then catch him; nothing else could peel him open.

Avoiding depression with large daily doses of television.

If I'm honest I have to tell you I still read fairy-tales and I like them best of all.

Sometimes Maggie thought she could have been contented with absorbing fancies; if she could have had all Scott's novels and all Byron's poems!—then, perhaps, she might have found happiness enough to dull her sensibility to her actual daily life.

A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.