Quotes About Confinement

I feel as a chessman must when the opponent says of it: that piece cannot be moved.

A comfortable prison was still a prison.

The human race is a life sentence...it's a rough confinement, and sometimes we all need to break out of jail.

When you have earned the high horizon it isn't easy to go back into your box, into a narrow island, an eternity of anticlimax.

You can't keep a devil locked up in the attic and expect to keep it to yourself forever.

Trapped inside a metaphor, I've often felt the need to re-describe it, to change the terms. This isn't so much a balloon, I've wanted to say, as a bubble within which I'm simultaneously exposed and sealed off.... depriving me of reality, reducing me to an abstraction.... [NY, Dec. 1991; Columbia Graduate School Of Journalism Speech]

The measure of a man's estimate of your strength is the kind of weapons he feels that he must use in order to hold you fast in a prescribed place.

The strength of the genie comes from being in a bottle.

Success is both an addiction and an enslavement.

jailer is no man to a prisoner - he is a living door, a barrier of flesh and blood adding strength to restraints of oak and iron.

Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean, is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited.

Le besoin de sécurité asphyxie l'âme.

Put us in a jar, she thought. Put us in eternity.

How's our blue rose? the doctor asked. ... If you really want to know, I feel sorry for the poor thing, Elinor went on. All wrapped up that way. I'm starting to think there's no point in being a rose if you're tied up and covered with burlap.

When you chain something up, you turn him into something he shouldn't be.

Curses are like knots, the more you struggle to be free, the tighter they become, whether they're made of rope or spite or desperation.

She could shut out the whole world, including herself.

I felt like observing my way out of there, but I didn't.

En esa cárcel que sueñas para mí, te pudrirás tú.

On entering a place where animals are bred, my first thoughts are always about enslavement. Force. Captivity.

Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.

OPIATE, n. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard.

It is a cruel thing to do, to cage such a beautiful, passionate animal as if it was only a dumb beast, but humans do so all too often. They even cage themselves, though their bars are made of society, not of steel.

There was no place more solitary than a dark room, with its murky light and fetid closeness.