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How cruel they are! How I need, want and love them! On Earth, I tried to hate them, as my sisters wished, but would not say, but even in my determination to conform to these sororal demands, and in the midst of my prescribed, routinely uttered critiques and denunciations, I found them fascinating. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #1151)

As it pleases them, and doubtless because it will improve our price, they set slave fires in our belly. And then they step aside, as though noticing nothing, while these fires periodically rage. They make us the victims of our own needs, and use them to bring us choicelessly to their feet. How cruel they are! How I need, want and love them! On Earth, I tried to hate them, as my sisters wished, but would not say, but even in my determination to conform to these sororal demands, and in the midst of my prescribed, routinely uttered critiques and denunciations, I found them fascinating. I wondered even then what it would be to belong to them, fully, as a chattel, as so many women in history, my sisters, belonged to them. I found it hard to believe that human nature was a mistake, and biology incorrect. Could an entire species be in error? And I knew too much history, over a thousand generations, to suppose that the biography of a race was an inexplicable accident, a mere haphazard contingency that might as easily have been otherwise, that it was without meaning or foundation, that there no reason why it was as it was. - (Prize of Gor)