“When we lock things away," he said with conviction, "we're really imprisoning ourselves.”

“Maud laughed, drily. Roland said, "And then, really, what is it, what is this arcane power we have, when we see that everything is human sexuality? It's really powerlessness."Impotence," said Maud, leaning over, interested.I was avoiding that word, because that precisely isn't the point. We are so knowing. And all we've found out, is primitive sympathetic magic. Infantile polymorphous perversity. Everything relates to us and we're so imprisoned in ourselves - we can't see things.”

“We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.”

“I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.”

“Because sometimes when things are going really well, we find the one thing we're pretending we're not looking for.”

“If I had my way...We would lock ourselves away from that madness out there...”