Once on the tiger's back, we cannot be sure of picking the place to dismount.
Time and events bring out the truth, but they also deal a mortal blow.
I reached the point where I was getting arrested all the time in London. I couldn't walk down the street. London becomes a very small village, eventually. You run out of places. It was inescapable.
The City is an addictive machine from which there is no escape
Not even Ares battles against necessity.
Things as certain as death and taxes, can be more firmly believed.
Reality is not optional.
Irony became the head that bit its tail and then there is no way out.
When somebody grabs a movement, you're kind of locked into it. It's all par for the course.
Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round Love and only love, it can't be denied No matter what you think about it You just won't be able to do without it Take a tip from one who's tried
There are too many people that depend on me. I'm too obligated. I'm in too far to get out.
We can not escape history.
No matter where you go, there you are. (Uriel to Harry Dresden)
But I must bear my destiny as best I can, knowing well that there is no resisting the strength of necessity.
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
The insane asylum on Blackwell’s Island is a human rat-trap. It is easy to get in, but once there it is impossible to get out.
No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.
No one has ever escaped from Guantanamo Bay. It is by far the most secure detention facility in the world.
No one will ever make necessity not happen.
But the power of destiny is something awesome; neither wealth, nor Ares, nor a tower, nor dark-hulled ships might escape it.
There is no place people can hide from me.
This silent call you make, A silence so loud I fear the world knows it's meaning If you fill every corner of a room Where can I look? If I close my eyes the silence becomes louder! There is no escape from you The only way out is in
Before he fought Billy Conn, Joe Louis said, 'He can run, but he can't hide.' That's how I feel about New York: You can run from it, but you can't hide.
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.
Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this world from which there can be no turning back has before it another, and it another yet. In a vast endless net. Men imagine that the choices before them are theirs to make. But we are free to act only upon what is given. Choice is lost in the maze of generations and each act in the maze is itself an enslavement for it voids every alternative and binds one ever more tightly into the constraints that make a life.
