Quotes About Confinement

After spending months living in the orderly dorms of Wallingford, where they give you a Saturday detention if your room doesn't pass semi-regular inspections, I feel the old conflicting sense of familiarity and disgust.

There are many things I don't know, but I know a great deal about imprisonment.

Jude here made me her prisoner," he says, and I have to fight down the urge to step heavily on his foot. "She ties very tight knots.

The vampire looked at her in bewilderment. Then he glanced toward the door and his expression grew sly. "If you free me, I could hold them off.

So this is how you've been living,' the little imp grumbles. 'A worm in a butterfly's cocoon.

I think of how he would hate to be trapped like this. How unfair it would be for me to keep him this way and call it love.

humans live much longer in captivity than they do in the wild.

Where was the "exit" sign? Why did they make it so difficult to get out of shopping center parking lots? You'd done your shopping—they weren't going to get any more money out of you. What was their objective here?

Damn that Berlin Wall, and that Cold War, and whoever it was who sat there back in nineteen forty-whenever-it-was, mulling over the problem of what to do with those ungrateful Germans; the guy who suddenly clicked his fingers and said, "Got it, by Jove! We'll build a great big bloody wall and keep the buggers in!

My broader contention is that the focus on deplorable conditions may have assisted in shaping the public's view as to the abuses taking place but it did not lead to abolishing these spaces of confinement; instead, it led to calls to reform them, which often aided in prolonging and justifying their existence.

Limiting institutionalization is an important decarceration strategy, but it still legitimates confinement as just one among other seemingly equal options and as such rationalizes carcerality and neutralizes its logic.

I feel caged in my mind, its like my flow doin time. I goes crazy inside but when it comes out its fine.

I'm not holding you against your will; I'm holding you against your car.

Life on the plantation can be calm. You can even be happy and find fulfillment on the plantation. It may be possible to be friends with the plantation owner. Heck, the plantation owner might even let you run the plantation. But, all of these privileges are only afforded to you as long as you stay on the plantation.

I've spent my entire life reading about the lives other people are having. My world has been... very small. No one believes I would thrive if I weren't kept secluded and protected. Like a flower in a glasshouse. If I marry one of my kind, as you put it, no one will ever see me as I am. Only what I'm supposed to be.

To a very great extent, it's the fast-food industry that really industrialized our agriculture - that drove the system to one variety of chicken grown very quickly in confinement, to the feedlot system for beef, to giant monocultures to grow potatoes. All of those thing flow from the desire of fast-food companies for a perfectly consistent product.

I like to show subjects inside a sealed veneer. There's a sense that you can't get in.

Pas besoin de gril, l'enfer c'est les autres.

Another thing about the outbuilding. The designers completely soundproofed the place. The reason for this was so that the principals couldn't hear threats or demands coming from the outside. The corollary was that neither could you hear screams from inside. Night

I can say anything, but the things I want to say are trapped in that wide open space so I don't say anything at all.

I didn't understand it then, but I've come to see he was right about his choice to leave his country limiting him forever. We are all confined by what we choose. If I had taken the gift of his question, if I had shown him even the smallest piece of private history, things might be different today. But I was silent and have chosen to remain so for too long. Now even the smallest revelation would seem cataclysmic.

With her own hand she'd painted herself into a corner, and then out of the picture altogether.

It's easier to surrender to confinement.

At night, on the other hand, I already know that I'm not going to get any sleep in this room they've stuck me in. It's the kind of room that makes me hate the world. I'd toss all this stuff out the window, if I could. I might even toss myself out. I'm on the twelfth floor. But these windows don't open.