Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
I've shut myself inside these walls, and I'm going to be a very lonely old lady if I'm not careful.
In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.
Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
You don't know you're wearing a leash if you sit by the peg all day.
He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests; he gives an independent, genuine verdict. You must court him: he does not court you. But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness.
I got a house... in Effingham, so they lock me up in my hermitic seal, and if they knock, I don't answer the door. I am immersed in my world.
Your room is not your prison. You are.
It's okay to feel the need for protection if there is a real external threat. But to feel protective from the inside, it's a kind of jail: you get so protective that you cannot get out of the box.
I behave. I lock myself in my hotel room every night.
