Quotes About Confinement

I will throw you into prison.' 'Correction – it is my body you will throw there.

And a thought occurred to me: the walls of the penitentiary guarding this pacifist were taller and more impenetrable than any of the fences at Y-12.

The adult world moved around us the way fetid water in a fish tank surrounds the little fish within.

It was dark inside that box. Not the blackness of night, but a complete absence of light.

It stayed like that: a rosy ring of jailed blood that came to the barred window and never left.

I cannot guarantee to endure at all times the confinements of even an attractive cage

I can feel shutters banging closed in his head, the locks to every door turning sharply. Even his body is tense now,

I know that if I were mad, after several days of confinement I should take advantage of any lapses in my madness to murder anyone, preferably a doctor, who came near me. At least this would permit me, like the violent, to be confined in solitary. Perhaps they'd leave me alone.

The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.

I can't predict whether I'll leave here freely or in handcuffs.

Political theatre presents an entirely different set of problems. Sermonising has to be avoided at all cost. Objectivity is essential. The characters must be allowed to breathe their own air. The author cannot confine and constrict them to satisfy his own taste or disposition or prejudice.

Both on an individual and a national scale, debt imprisons.

I despise places where you have to have an assigned seat. Makes me feel like I'm at the airport.

Fear is a destruction of creativity.

That's the joke about confinement pigs: they taste like whatever sauce you cook them with.

Franklin concurred with Samuel Johnson that ship travel was like being in jail without the comforts of jail.

The house, shut up like a pocket watch, those tight hearts breathing inside— she could never invent them.

Not when she was trapped inside these walls. It was a prison she'd made for herself—to keep safe. Only she didn't feel safe. Or alive.

On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.

Ever wonder what crime you committed that you are confined to a small enclosure above your sinuses, under permanent skull arrest?

So free we seem, so fettered we are!

When you've lived in a cage, you can't bear not to run, even if what you're running towards is an illusion.

Travel is sold as freedom, but we were about as free as lab rats. This is how they'll manage the next Holocaust, I thought, as I shuffled forward in my stockinged feet: they'll simply issue us with air tickets and we'll do whatever we're told

In Germany now there are three choices,' Kammler told them. 'You are shot by the SS, you are imprisoned by the SS, or you work for the SS.