Quotes About Confinement

All my bally life, dear boy," Motty went on, "I've been cooped up in the ancestral home at Much Middlefold, in Shropshire, and till you've been cooped up in Much Middlefold you don't know what cooping is!

All my bally life, dear boy," Motty went on, "I've been cooped up in the ancestral home at Much Middlefold, in Shropshire, and till you've been cooped up in Much Middlefold you don't know what cooping

The last few minutes of waiting in a cupboard are always the hardest.

It was easy, after all, simply to open the door and escape. It was easy, she thought, because she was not really escaping at all.

Precision can be suffocating

For years they have pursued me. Their persistence has kept me underground Ã¢â'¬Â¦ forced me to live in purgatory Ã¢â'¬Â¦ laboring beneath the earth like a chthonic monster.

Let me out, or she dies!

Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion, and

As G. K. Chesteron once wrote: "You can free things from alien or accidental laws of their own nature…. Do not go about…encouraging triangles to break out of the prison of their three sides. If a triangle breaks out of its three sides, its life comes to a lamentable end.

Tell you what I don't like about a place so goddamned orderly like this. As an artist . . . it's the lines that get me. All the straight lines in the walls, on the floors, in the corners that turn into boxes—like coffins.

I'm like an animal who's been locked out of his nice, safe cage.

The world of the Takers is one vast prison, and except for a handful of Leavers scattered across the world, the entire human race is now inside that prison.

You're captives of a civilizational system that more or less compels you to go on destroying the world in order to live... I think there are many among you who would be glad to release the world from captivity... This is what prevents them: They're unable to find the bars of the cage.

Donald Trump can do a lot of things I can't, but he can no more get out of the prison than I can

You make me feel like a firefly. Trapped in a belljar; starved for love.

That is the true challenge--to work within a narrow confine. To accept what you cannot have; that from which you cannot deviate.

If I only had the privileges of a man, I would order out Sir Percival's best horse instantly, and tear away on a night-gallop, eastward, to meet the rising sun—a long, hard, heavy, ceaseless gallop of hours and hours, like the famous highwayman's ride to York. Being, however, nothing but a woman, condemned to patience, propriety, and petticoats for life, I must respect the house-keeper's opinions, and try to compose myself in some feeble and feminine way.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

In a fleshly Tomb, I am Buried above ground.

He felt like an eagle: hard, sufficient, potent, remorseless, strong. But that passed, though he did not then know that, like the eagle, his own flesh as well as all space was still a cage.

Our brother Darl in a cage in Jackson where, his grimed hands lying light in the quiet interstices, looking out he foams.

Case fell into the prison of his own flesh.

Language fits over experience like a straight jacket.