The Fugitive quotes

Some will believe him, some will not. Some will change their beliefs, but most important, he again believes in himself. He again has the will to run, and for a fugitive, this instinct is survival.

Little fishing villages that dot the coastline are like the sea that sustains them: capricious, sometimes cordial, sometimes angry, dangerous. Tonight, the village of Puerto Viejo will be festive. Handyman Jeff Parker rooms in the warehouse loft. He's had a pleasant month here but he's made no commitments -- for it's only a matter of time till he has to move on. Parker is a fugitive.

Somewhere far ahead in the distance and time, lies a harbor of many names: safety, love security, peace. Meantime, the only haven for Richard Kimble is the freedom to move and remain a fugitive.

After a while, one town is much like any other. And even a man running from the law must pause occasionally for the routine of everyday life. But, for Richard Kimble, everyday life is anything but routine.

For Richard Kimble, there is still no end to his flight. It could come tomorrow, or next year, or never. But tonight, Richard Kimble is almost content. For having helped find a home, and an end to running for another fugitive.

Never chase a thief -- not if your own fear of capture is probably greater than his. Even in the fashionable remoteness of Indian Lake Lodge, that fear haunts this clerk who calls himself Stu Manning. At other times, Richard Kimble might have enjoyed vacationing here. But there is no vacation for a fugitive.

The difference between good and bad, between love and hate, is often elusive. The difference between life and death for Richard Kimble is always simply his freedom to remain a fugitive.

Here in southern Nevada, man is changing the bleak face of nature. With his machinery, he is carving a shaft deep into the unriveting rock and sand. A missile launching silo. When the job is finished, the Air Force will take over. But, for now, it is a civilian crew that tunnels under the desert crust -- a crew of deep and abiding loyalties. One of its newest members: a fugitive, Richard Kimble, working now as laborer and first aid man. The name he has taken: Parker.

Richard Kimble eats alone. For him, all roads are lonely, all seasons dangerous. Until the day when he can prove his innocence, Richard Kimble must remain a fugitive.

There is a man who must keep moving -- pursuing, pursued. He is not a man of solitude but often the friendless, open road is his only alternative to death by execution. Richard Kimble. He travels a lot by thumb, makes many a long, lonely hike between rides.

The things a fugitive turns away from are sometimes evil, sometimes good and difficult to leave. Everything left behind is dangerous. There is no safety for him anywhere, but if he can keep moving, there's hope.

At a job several miles south of Salisbury, Ohio, Richard Kimble, wearing the name Pete Glenn, grows restless now. He's worked here two months, long enough in one place -- perhaps too long. Time to move on.

A chance meeting, a thousand ghosts are stirred, and a fugitive wonders how long for they'll be at rest.

The southern coast of California, where the land ends and an amusement pier juts out into the sea. A place where strangers meet, where a new face is not suspect. The fingerprints are still Dr. Kimble's, but the name is now Ben Horton.

Save up a lot of loneliness, and you’re apt to spend it somewhere This time on a lonely pier, livened only by the sound of an ancient calliope, and the brass ring caught by a fugitive can only give him a brief ride to nowhere.