Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.
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.
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.
You don't know you're wearing a leash if you sit by the peg all day.
Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
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.
