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Is the morality and truth of these matters to be found in external proclamations, in alien agendas, scratched by self-promoting, dictatorial vandals on cold sidewalks, scribbled on labyrinths of confining fences by the ignorant and violent, inscribed on the billboards of intolerant, manipulative, self-seeking bigots, or is it to be found rather in the codes of solitary heart? Let her be herself; what could she better be? She turned and looked wildly at me. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #199)

If a woman desires a master, why should she not admit this? To deny it is to deny herself. If she wishes to kneel, why should she not kneel? If she wishes to be caressed, why should she not petition this attention, her lips to his feet? If a woman wishes to be a humbled, conquered, loving slave, why should she not admit this? What a woman wants to be is what in her heart she is. To deny it is to deny her heart. Is the morality and truth of these matters to be found in external proclamations, in alien agendas, scratched by self-promoting, dictatorial vandals on cold sidewalks, scribbled on labyrinths of confining fences by the ignorant and violent, inscribed on the billboards of intolerant, manipulative, self-seeking bigots, or is it to be found rather in the codes of solitary heart? Let her be herself; what could she better be? She turned and looked wildly at me. She jerked at the bracelets. They were on her well. "You do not even know my name!" she cried. - (Mercenaries of Gor)