The Fugitive quotes

Briar County, Colorado, where a man runs in desperation before the guns and dogs of a sheriff's posse closing in for the kill. A move in the wrong direction, a broken stride, a waste of precious seconds in looking back -- these are what can cost Richard Kimble his life.

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

There is a point beyond which a man cannot push himself, a final defeat of the spirit that cannot be overcome. If it is to end for the running man, this is the way it will be. It is two a.m. in the city, and Richard Kimble, doctor of medicine, moves to the start of another working day. To those with no past and little future, the city only offers the most menial of labors, those designed to provide nothing more than day-to-day survival. But to Richard Kimble, kitchen helper in an all-night diner, survival for even a day has come to be enough.

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.

A police dragnet, a bus accident, and an ironic fate have brought together two people on a lonely country road. The woman, blinded in the accident, is unaware that the man beside her is Richard Kimble. And neither is aware that the other is fleeing from the obsession of Lieutenant Philip Gerard, hunter of the man, husband of the woman.

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.

Tractor, New Jersey -- a small industrial town where a passerby has summoned the police to a mugging in a dirty alley. But this senseless beating is about to take on far more significance to a man not even witness to it -- a man named Richard Kimble.

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.

For every acquaintance he makes, a man reveals a different face, a different identity. To the people of this Midwestern city, this man is John Evans, itinerant laborer. To those who know him better, he is Dr. Richard Kimble, convicted murderer.

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.

In a civilized society, a network of laws protects man against his own brutality. But for Richard Kimble, living outside the law, the civilized world has become a jungle. His only protection is his animal instinct, his will to survive. But always there is the hunter, even in Drover City, Montana.

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.

A man's image can be shaped by society's opinion of him. A fugitive must ask himself then, how long can a running man hold out against that opinion? How many miles, how many accusations before he becomes what society has labeled him?

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 a fugitive, there is no rest from the past and no safety in the present. Even here, in the remote village of Small Groves, Wyoming, the most ordinary day may explode in his face. Rumors that Richard Kimble had been seen in the city of Casper have been relayed to every law enforcement agency in this corner of the state.