George Carlin Quotes

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me

The psychology of brutality was worse than the beatings.

The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear.

I was arrested three times and tortured once.

… the most uncouth … mental torture

There is nothing the government has not done to me. There isn't any pain I haven't known.

Anyone who reads '33 Men' will be brought into a world that was practically a textbook case of sensory deprivation and torture.

What right had they to make me suffer like that?

Just as it's painful to hear any woman talk about sexual assault, whether true or not, it's just as painful to watch my friend and mentor go through this.

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

Each wedding picture was less of a memento than a scar. Proof of some horror movie scenario Katherine Kenton has survived.

Oh, he did his best to make their short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up themselves.

She tortured everybody around her, but only because she was more tortured than anyone.

Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same. And I still remember how you kept me so afraid.

You must hurt, or be hurt.

We're tortured, a lot of us, believe me.

My breathing slowed. I shaded her thick chestnut hair resting in a smooth curve against her face, a large bruise blazing across her cheek. I paused, looking over my shoulder to make certain I was alone. I drew her eye makeup, smudged by tears. In her watery eyes I drew the reflection of the commander, standing in front of her, his fist clenched. I continued to sketch, exhaled, and shook out my hands.

The bathroom door swings open. Emma sees the blood painting my skin and the red rivers carved on my body. Emma sees the wet knife, silver and bone. The screams of my little sister shatter mirrors.

As I view it, spending over two years in a cage is far worse than having your face pounded and dealing with a black eye for a week or two.

I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

Exploitation, mutilation, mutations, confirmation to the evils of the world.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

There is no dignity for either the sufferer or the torturer