Closing Narration quotes from The Fugitive

When a man is on the run, every stranger is a potential enemy, every friend a surprise. For Richard Kimble, the only real friend is the darkness, and the road that has no end.

Another place, another memory to follow him. Another escape through the night. Always the way of a fugitive.

An anonymous room, another town. For Richard Kimble, the day has ended, but there’s little time to rest. Tomorrow, his search continues.

A witness has seen the one-armed man. Richard Kimble has had confirmed what he had almost begun to doubt himself, and a phantom seen by two men can be seen again.

All secrets are safe with this man, because none is as deadly to him as his own. His secret is that he is Richard Kimble.

Darkness and silence and flight into fear. Richard Kimble has made this journey before. He will make it again. Until he proves his innocence, he remains a fugitive.

For a few moments, Richard Kimble became a doctor again, and memories were stirred of another time and another world. But this is now, and he is again a fugitive, searching for the end of a perilous road.

Richard Kimble moves on again, searching for a day when there will be an end to running.

In the city, the search for Richard Kimble goes on, but it is one more grim appointment that he will not keep. The relentless steel jaws will close on an empty trap. But for Richard Kimble, the fates are preparing another appointment at another time at another place.

For a brief moment, time also stopped for Richard Kimble, and for a while, it had been good to be able to stop and look back, and find that there was something there. But now it is over. For the fugitive, time has started again.

For each of us, there is an occasional moment of fantasy. A search for a straw man of our own, but Richard Kimble can only hope that the memory of a face caught once in the glare of headlights is made of something other than straw.

One man with a dozen names, a dozen identities, but none he can claim as his own. Richard Kimble moves on in search of justice, and the elusive privilege of answering to his rightful name.

Some men break the law, others are broken by it, but Richard Kimble continues his endless quest. Pursued by the law he respects. A fugitive from the justice he seeks.

Some people run for exercise, some are professionals chasing a record, and still others must run to live. Theirs is the longest race. If they can last until tomorrow, their reward is one more day of running.

For Richard Kimble, there is no sanctuary from the night wind. There is no cave in which to hide. But occasionally, along the road, a fugitive will find a hand extended in trust, and the night wind will not seem so cold.