“Now to escape involves not just running away, but arriving somewhere.”

“Claudia knew that she could never pull off the old-fashioned kind of running away. That is, running away in the heat of anger with a knapsack on her pack. She didn't like discomfort; even picnics were untidy and inconvenient: all those insects and the sun melting the icing on the cupcakes. Therefore, she decided that her leaving home would not be just running from somewhere but would be running to somewhere.”

“There is always that dream of escape, but there is no place to escape to, you just run into yourself.”

“Is it that I want to run away from what I have or do I want to run to somewhere or something else?”

“Stop leaving and you will arrive. Stop searching and you will see. Stop running away and you will be found.”

“The bottom had arrived. She crashed against it, but it brought no sense of closure or understanding. She just lay there at the bottom looking up. She knew there must be a very tiny circle of light up there somewhere, but just now she couldn’t see it.”