Sometimes you’re left with only 1 choice: Take what’s yours and run for your life.

You run away from our last fight, and you still think you can tell me what to do?

Old Sophie : Howl, why is the Witch of the Wastes trying to hunt you down?
Howl : She was once quite beautiful, so I decided

Young Sophie : Let’s run! Don’t fight them, Howl!
Howl : Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away, Sophie. Now I’ve got something I want to

But she project vitality – you knew that she was there. I could feel vibrations running between us.

I’m very sure you must have been tired because you have been running through my mind all through the night and this morning too.

Yes, I have a dirty mind and right now you’re running through it… Naked.

When I see you all I want to do is run to you grab you and kiss you hard.

I want to run away with you. Where there is only you and me.

“You’re fine,” Takumi said as he jogged back towards me. “Let’s get out of here before we’re killed.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “But I can’t get up. I have suffered a mild concussion.”
Lara ran out and sat down next to me.
“Are you OK?”
“I am concussed,” I said.
Takumi sat down with me and looked me in the eye. “Do you know what happened to you?”
“The beast got me.”
“Do you know where you are?”
“I’m on a triple-and-a-half date.”
“You’re fine,” Takumi said. “Let’s go.”
And then I leaned forward and threw up on Lara’s pants.

We fell. We got up. We ran.

I wanted to start over completely, to begin again as new people with nothing of the past left over. I wanted to run away from who we had been seen to be, who we had been… It’s the first thing I think of when trouble comes – the geographic solution. Change your name, leave town, disappear, make yourself over. What hides behind that impulse is the conviction that the life you have lived, the person you are, is valueless, better off abandoned, that running away is easier than trying to change things, that change itself is not possible.

I think it is very important for people to run away…from home, from the mainstream, from their family, from the culture, from the society that produced them…because the moment I have to learn something new, like new habits, new languages, I myself have something like a rebirth. I reduce myself to the lowest denominator and this is very healthy for an artist. To start all over again.

I ran like a cheetah – well, like a cheetah that smoked too much.

The pigs can’t stop the fox; I’m too quick. I can rhyme while I run; I’m that slick.

I’m not running!

We drive the world.

Later, I walked towards the dorm circle beside Alaska. The cicadas hummed their one-note song, just as they had at home in Florida. She turned to me as we made our way through the darkness and said, “When you’re walking at night, do you ever get creeped out and even though it’s silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?”

It seemed too secret and personal to admit to a virtual stranger but I told her, “Yeah, totally.”

For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, “Run run run run run,” and took off, pulling me behind her.

The Colonel ran ahead of me, gleeful at his ejection, and I jogged after him, trailing in his wake. I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.

He’s the One I always run to
When the waves won’t let me be
The lighthouse that I turn to
On a rough and troubled sea.

My babies can run and eat at the same time!

My mind decides to run when normal people sleep.

You can only run your own race. Stay in your lane. Don’t look at what others are doing. Those that look back in the race usually fall off.

Run, run, run—with everything you have—into everything you are meant to be.