What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that's how we'll know life is finally finished.

I'm sick of running away from things.

He used you, yeah. But what if you hadn't come? My family would have run again, but we would never have been free. We would never stop hunting us."
"I know." I thought of my frustration in Paris and I couldn't even imagine how sick of running Seth must be.
"That's why I had to come."
His eyebrow cocked upward. "And here I thought you came to see me.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm racing with my own shadow, Korogi says. But that's one thing I'll never be able to outrun. Nobody can shake off their own shadow.