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How could she be my friend, if she did not know? And how could she be my friend if she knew? "—Paula," I said. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 63, Sentence #447)

I was then, following my relief, again stricken, suddenly, miserably, with the guilt I had so long nursed, having to do with my attempt to seduce Drusus Andronicus. I was torn between my desire to tell Paula what I had done and beg her forgiveness, and my fear of her finding out what I had done, and what sort of person I was. How could she ever respect me, or care for me, again, if she should find out what I had done? How could I risk losing her? With what hatred, and loathing, would she view me, if she should learn of what I had done! And yet it seemed I must speak to her. How could she be my friend, if she did not know? And how could she be my friend if she knew? "—Paula," I said. "Yes?" she said. "—Where," I said, "—where do you think we will stop this night?" "I do not know," she said. "Some camp, some inn, some hostel, some caravanserai. - (Plunder of Gor)