Fugitive Quotes

“He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“A fugitive becomes a queen or a scientist or, worse, a poet.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Running away was not like it was in stories. People did not try and stop you. They did not give chase. The thing people didn't understand was that you had to decide what you were running away from. Most of the time it wasn't mothers or fathers or monsters or villains; most of the time you were running away from that little voice inside your head, the one telling you to stay where you are, that everything will turn out all right.”
― Robert Dinsdale, The Toymakers

“The Arabs poisoned the wells before they left—rotten dead animals dropped in.”
― Murray Bailey, The Prisoner of Acre

“From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene, broken by intervals of begged and stolen rides, on trains and trucks, and on country wagons with he at twenty and twentyfive and thirty sitting on the seat with his still, hard face and the clothes (even when soiled and worn) of a city man and the driver of the wagon not knowing who or what the passenger was and not daring to ask. The street ran into Oklahoma and Missouri and as far south again as Mexico and then back north to Chicago and Detroit and then back south again and at last to Mississippi. It was fifteen years long.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“Every woman feels that the greater her power over a man, the more impossible it is to leave him except by sudden flight: a fugitive precisely because a queen.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“So, this is how it will play out. Today, in the sunshine, on the noisy sidewalk at Logan Airport in Boston, with people and their suitcases bumping into me, and taxi horns blaring and strangers going about their routine day, I’m about to learn that I have lost my husband. I will finally know his secrets.”
― Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker, The Fugitive's Doctor

“I have spent my whole life preparing to be William Wallace’s wife. The choices I make are defined by the person I am.
“I am Mrs. William Victor Wallace. I am married to a federal felon whom I love unconditionally.
I hold my head high, I take pride in my life and I walk this world without regret.
I will be the perfect wife and my husband deserves nothing less.”
― Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker, The Fugitive's Doctor

“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, The Fugitive's Doctor

“The family landed in the Western Hemisphere in the person of Roger Blake Wolfe, who arrived with a price on his head.”
― James Carlos Blake, Country of the Bad Wolfes

“They did not use the sonic stunners but the foray gun, the ancient weapon that fires a set of metal fragments in a burst. They shot to kill him. He was dying when I got to him, sprawled and twisted away from his skis that stuck up out of the snow, his chest half shot away. I took his head in my arms and spoke to him, but he never answered me; only in a way he answered my love for him, crying out through the silent wreck and tumult of his mind as consciousness lapsed, in the unspoken tongue, once, clearly, 'Arek!' Then no more. I held him, crouching there in the snow, while he died. They let me do that. Then they made me get up, and took me off one way and him another, I going to prison and he into the dark.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“Fugitives were predictable the first hour after escape. They always needed the same thing. Travel. Lodging. Cash. The Holy Trinity.”
― Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code

“No one wants to learn an instrument, Rachel. It's grueling repetition. And besides, you're too old to start. Concert violinists who learn the traditional way begin when they're six or seven."
Risa can't help but listen to the irritating conversation taking place between the well-dressed woman and her fashionably disheveled teenage daughter.
"It's bad enough they'd be messing in my brain and giving me a NeuroWeave," the girl whines. "But why do I have to have the hands, too? I like my hands!"
The mother laughs. "Honey, you've got your father's stubby, chubby little fingers. Trading up will only do you good in life, and it's common knowledge that a musical NeuroWeave requires muscle memory to complete the brain-body connection."
"There are no muscles in the fingers!" the girl announces triumphantly. "I learned that in school."
The mother gives her a long-suffering sigh.
"Think of them like a pair of gloves, Rachel. Fancy silk gloves, like a princess wears."
Risa can't stand it anymore. Making sure she's low enough so that her face can't be seen, she gets up, and as she walks past them, she says, "You'll have someone else's fingerprints.”
― Neal Shusterman, UnSouled

“I am flagrantly nuts. I can say this because I am a doctor and I know about these things.”
― Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker, The Fugitive's Doctor

“The profilers’ plan to coax me out of the woods resembled a comedy skit. During their search of my Cane Creek trailer, the feds had found dozens of books on the Civil War. And interviews with my friends confirmed that I was a bona fide Civil War buff. The profilers looked at all this Civil War “stimuli” and concluded that my hiding in the mountains was a form of role-playing. Starring in my own Civil War fantasy, I was a lone rebel fighting for the Lost Cause, and the task force was a Yankee army out to capture me. To talk On August 16, the task force pulled out of the woods while Bo and his rebels went in. They had to look the part, so the FBI profilers dressed them in white hats with the word “REBEL” stenciled in red letters across the front; and around their neck each rebel wore a Confederate flag bandanna.me into surrendering, they needed some of my rebel comrades to convince me that
the war was over and it was time to lay down my arms. Colonel Gritz and his crew were assigned the role of my rebel comrades. They were there to “rescue” me from the Yankee horde.

Bo’s band of rebels pitched camp down in Tusquitee, north of the town of Hayesville. Beginning at Bob Allison Campground – the place where I’d abandoned Nordmann’s truck – they worked their way west into the Tusquitee Mountains. They walked the trails, blowing whistles and yelling “Eric, we’re here with Bo Gritz to save you.” They searched for a week.

I lost it when I heard on the radio that the profilers had dressed Gritz’s clowns in “REBEL” hats and Confederate flag bandannas. I laughed so hard I think I broke a rib.”
― Eric Rudolph, Between the Lines of Drift: The Memoirs of a Militant

“Rejecting Jesus Christ is like a fugitive who spends all day running but has nowhere to hide; you will face him after death. He is the only judge and jury.”
― Felix Wantang, FACE TO FACE MEETINGS WITH JESUS CHRIST Revised Edition: Biblical Mysteries revealed in his own words like never before in human history.

“He was as bold as a lion about it, and 'mightily convinced' not only himself, but everybody that heard him;—but then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word,—or at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle, with "Ran away from the subscriber" under it. The magic of the real presence of distress,—the imploring human eye, the frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony,—these he had never tried. He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a defenseless child,—like that one which was now wearing his lost boy's little well-known cap; and so, as our poor senator was not stone or steel,—as he was a man, and a downright noble-hearted one, too,—he was, as everybody must see, in a sad case for his patriotism.”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

“I've been a fugitive from reality since forever.”
― Roxanne Bland

“El prófugo espera la libertad. Entonces los mulatos nebulosos de Lazarus Morell se transmitían una orden que podía no pasar de una seña y lo libraban de la vista, del oído, del tacto, del día, de la infamia, del tiempo, de los bienhechores, de la misericordia, del aire, de los perros, del universo, de la esperanza, del sudor y de él mismo.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Cuentos completos

“The thing I hated most about moving was having to buy everything all over again; all the household objects, from furniture to silverware, that you find in any home. Normally, you buy them with the idea that they are going to last over time, be part of your everyday life, and have a history. For a fugitive, it’s different: the only criterion is temporary use, and so each and every object necessarily loses its worth. I thought of them as non-objects, the non-possessions of a non-person living a non-life.”
― Massimo Carlotto, Il fuggiasco

“Well, he was a good uncle when it truly mattered."

"Like when you became a fugitive and needed somewhere to stay, so he signed me up for the job," he says dryly.

"Yeah, exactly!”
― -MMIV-, Alaska's Illicit

“There was no question that Jorge 'Billy' Nayor liked to get high; he just didn't think of himself as a drug dealer per se. To him it was just a little friendly bartering with close friends, their friends and so on. Unfortunately, the authorities didn't see it that way.”
― Jorge Nayor, Dinosaur in the Park