When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
And I want out of this life on drugs.
When I was growing up, I just wanted to be somewhere else. I didn't like living in Knockemstiff, and I figured when I got older, I'd move off to some big city.
Get me outa here. F*ckin' creepy cheerleaders.
People think I'm strong, but actually I wanted to crawl away. I thought, I'm going to live in the country with my horse and I'll get a nine-to-five; I don't need this.
Everyone wants to escape, everyone's drawn to escapism to leave their lives for an hour or two, and we're all so curious as human beings.
All teenagers have this desire to somehow run away.
I want to get away, I want to fly away. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I put food on the table and roof overhead. But I'd trade it all tomorrow for the highway instead.
Believe me, there's nothing I would like to do more than disappear for a while.
I really saw myself as the quintessential Cinderella. I think that's when I really thought about how I wanted to do something else and get away from all that.
I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too.
The older I get and the longer I live in New York City, the more I have the desire to go elsewhere and be surrounded by nature.
And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
We lived on the farm, and our mode of transportation was wagon and team. No electricity. I'm the seventh son of 12 kids - eight boys and four girls. Mom and Dad handled that very well. But I wanted to get out.
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.
It is true I wished to escape; and so I wish still: is not this lawful for all prisoners?
I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me.
I grew up in Connecticut - it was really charming, but when I was younger, all I wanted was to get out.
Because the priest must have like every dog his day Or keep us all awake with baying at the moon, We and our dolls being but the world were best away.
The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.
Somebody curse the light And take me far away from myself
Never underestimate the desire to bolt.
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
I had to jump on the tractor and do my chores. I would have just killed to be in town, to be able to Rollerblade hand-in-hand with somebody I had a crush on. I just wanted to get off the farm, to find my outlet.
