Lucy Lawless Quotes

Who owns a man, Durnik?” the blond young man asked sadly. “The one who rules him, or the one who pays him?

If you allow men to use you for your own purposes, they will use you for theirs.

I was sitting in the looping studio late one night, and I had this epiphany that they weren't paying me for my acting, for God's sake, but to own me. And from then on, it became clear and an awful lot easier to deal with.

Hollywood is a place where they place you under contract instead of under observation.

What the proprietorship of these papers is aiming at is power, and power without responsibility—the prerogative of the harlot throughout the ages.

I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

Karl Marx, a visionary, figured out that you can control a slave much better by convincing him he is an employee.

The native must realize that colonialism never gives anything away for nothing.

You can maintain power over people, as long as you give them something. Rob a man of everything, and that man will no longer be in your power.

He who has had, has been, but he who hasn't been, has been had.

Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?

He named me. He liked the sound of it. And I said, well, all right. I felt a little odd about it. I don't understand all that name changing business anyway... No, he felt that Lauren Bacall was better sounding than Betty Bacall. He had a vision of his own. He was a svengali. He wanted to mold me. He wanted to control me. And he did until Mr. Bogart got involved.

The superstitious man is to the rogue what the slave is to the tyrant.

The power to do things for people is also the power to do things to people.

The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.

Why stay with him, he uses you just like a human punching bag?

Arriane sized her up, tapping one finger against her lips. "Perfect," she said, stepping forward to loop her arm through Luce's. "I was just thinking I could really use a new slave.

One cannot hold power and not use it.

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

That's how disagreements always ended with Hugh Hefner; he would just stomp off, and you were left to pick the pieces of your self-worth up off the floor. I'd invested every part of myself in the mansion and had nothing waiting for me outside those gates. I felt so trapped and so vulnerable to his criticisms.

However, the danger in [socially unbalanced relationships] is that the subjection of the woman temporarily calms the man's jealousy but also renders it more demanding. He ends up making his mistress live like those prisoners on whom light is shone day and night in order for them to be better watched. And things always end in tragedy.

A lot of times females are in charge because they kind of have the pussy power. If they say, "I'm you're prostitute," then they mean, "I'm the power."

Cassie Wright knows, the moment you make yourself available to any man, he starts to take you for granted

I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.

But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. Maybe none of this is about control. Maybe it isn't really about who can own whom, who can do what to whom and get away with it, even as far as death. Maybe it isn't about who can sit and who has to kneel or stand or lie down, legs spread open. Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.