“Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?”
“Often a cold shudder has run through me, and I have asked myself whether I may have not devoted myself to a fantasy.”
“I'll run one day. Run for my life. To be free and think for myself...I'll run to be emancipated.”
“Everyone runs away from something, but who are you running to? Who are you running with? Why are you running for? Why run at all?”
“Life stops when the imagination can't run free.”
“She put a hand on his arm and gently pushed."What?" Ico asked, his voice hoarse. "You want me to run away by myself, too?"Yorda nodded.”