Quotes About Confinement

Solitary confinement is rock bottom, it's absolute unfreedom.

They only asked for punishments that fitted their crimes. Not ones that came like cupboards with built-in bedrooms. Not ones you spent your whole life in, wandering through its maze of shelves.

She kept her doors and windows locked, unless she was using them.

They're mostly rich folk who live in our poor country like captive animals, incarcerated by their own wealth, locked and barred in their gilded cages, protecting themselves from the threat of the vulgar and unruly multitudes whom they have systematically dispossessed over the centuries.

I absolutely hate being strapped down and buckled to my own words.

I just kind of put my feelings away somewhere after that.

The job of the skin is to keep it all in. -The Gigantic Beard That Was Evil

some birds aren`t ment to be caged... their feathers are just to bright....

As I believe I have said, everyone in prison is an innocent man. Oh, they read the scripture the way those holy rollers on TV read the Book of Revelations. They were the victims of judges with hearts of stone and balls to match, or incompetent lawyers, or police frame-ups, or bad luck. They read the scripture, but you can see a different scripture in their faces. Most cons are a low sort, no good to themselves or anyone else, and their worst luck was that their mothers carried them to term.

The lesson is that you're just an animal in a cage, no more than that, no better than that.

The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.

With agriculture, art lost its variety and became standardized into geometric designs that tended to degenerate into dull, repetitive patterns, a perfect reflection of standardized, confined, rule-patterned life.

They had been exotic to one another, a suggestion of a different world to two people who were each trapped, in their own way, by the expectations of those around them.

I thought I could live as I wanted, long as I didn't hurt nobody. But I've had time to think in here—and I worked it out. You don't get to do that in Lee County, maybe not in the whole of Kentucky. Not if you're a woman. You play by their rules or they . . . well, they squash you like a bug.

No one could tie you tighter than you could tie yourself and it was the ropes you couldn't see that bound you tightest.

He was aware that he was not completely sane, so he kept himself in rigid check, playing both jailer and prisoner.

You see the fence as something keeping the zoms out. I don't. I see it as the thing that pens us in. We're trapped here. Trapped isn't "alive." Trapped isn't "safe." And it isn't "free.

You see the fence as something keeping the zoms out. I don't. I see it as the thing that pens us in. We're trapped here. Trapped isn't 'alive.' Trapped isn't 'safe.' And it isn't 'free.

The object that was pinning me haplessly to the ground, like a butterfly on a collector's tray, was of twentieth-century origin and of very specific function. Oh, all right, it was a public lavatory.

It's everywhere. It's right on top of us. It coils around us like a snake. We're all inside it. It's already swallowed us whole.

She raised her hands to wipe her face - and discovered she could not do so. Bonds bit her wrists. Chains jangled. Her arms were painfully constrained. Clearly another great day was about to begin.

Did he do anything bad to you?" "Apart from knock me senseless, clap me in chains, and bring me to Milton Keynes? No.

I felt like a guy in a cell being stared at longingly by a naked one-hundred-and-ten-kilo lifer. You know, sooner or later, that something unpleasant is going to happen to you. -The Ballad of the Low Lifes, by Enrico Remmert (2003), P. 20

Solitary confinement is one of the punishments most dreaded even by prisoners hardened to physical brutality, and is now a notorious procedure for inducing political compliance. (Conversely, the best of the known weapons against compliance is social organization.)