Collection of Gorean Quotes
cied out in pain. Then again, sobbing, she hung in the bracelets, a whipped slave. This last blow is often, though not invariably, added to a
slave's whipping. It is sometimes referred to as the gratis blow, or the mnemonic blow. Often it functions as little more than a stroke for,
say, good measure.
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 205
There is no doubt that slaves without private masters, or slaves in multiple-slave chains, arrangements, households, institutions, and such,
may experience terrible loneliness.
Mercenaries of Gor, pg. 350
Girls are not, commonly, permitted to speak the name of their master.
Tribesman of Gor, pg. 183
Similarly, slaves, on the whole, do not address free men by their names.
Assassin of Gor, pg. 11
Slave girls, of course, may speak the name of their masters to others, for example, as in locutions such as, �I am the girl of Calliodorus of Port Cos,� or �I come from the house of Calliodorus.� It is only that they are seldom, in addressing the master himself, permitted to use his name.
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 270
To indicate the greater significance of the evening meal, as compared to the other Gorean meals, no slave girl may touch it without first having been given permission, assuming that a free man or woman, even a child, is present. "You may feed, Slave Girl," is a common way in which this permission is given. If the permission is not given, the girl may not eat. Should the master or mistress, or child, forget to give this permission, it is merely the misfortune of the slave girl.
Slave Girl of Gor, pg. 74
A Gorean girl, who has a first-rate man, and wishes to keep him, fights for him. There are generally other girls, collared girls, only too eager to take her place.
Captive of Gor, pg. 359
"In a collar, a girl may flaunt herself," she said. I nodded. It was true. The collar has an interesting effect on female sexuality. It liberates
the girl to be herself.
Blood Brothers of Gor, pg. 110
"Even a magnet," she said, "which can be moved about, and put where one wishes, has a little power."
Blood Brothers of Gor, pg. 105
It is also, simply, in part, because of their adherence to nature, and their refusal to compromise it, that they put us to their feet, where we belong. They know that if we are not kept there we will destroy them. We despise and hate men too weak to keep us as slaves, for they then deny to us our own nature, and not only theirs to themselves. We want only to be owned, and to serve and love our masters. Is that too much to ask?
Witness of Gor, pg. 354
The truest beauty, of course, comes from within, and, I suppose, from many sources. It may be, for example, a function of the lessening of inhibitions, and the removal of anxieties and internal contradictions. It may come from contentment, from happiness, from fulfillment, from joy, from such things. Such things cannot help but transform one�s expressions, one�s movements, one�s entire attitude and behavior.
Witness of Gor, pg. 51
...she becomes curious, soon, about the deeper implications of what she is, a mere article of her master's property; then, with authority, with assurance and power, to the depth and height of her mind and imagination she is taught; the slave girl experiences a paradox of freedom; the free woman is physically free, but miserable, fighting to be what she is not...
Tribesman of Gor, pg. 43
Suppose an old order should collapse, or disintegrate, or be destroyed. What would be the nature of the new order? Surely it need not be built on the failed model of the old order. That was an experiment which was tested, and found wanting. It was a mistake. It did not work. What would the new order be like? Let us hope it would be a sounder order, one, for once, fully in harmony with nature.
Vagabonds of Gor, Ch. 11
Those who control the public boards, it is said, control the city. But I was not sure of this. Goreans are not stupid. It is difficult to fool them more than once. They tend to remember.
Magicians of Gor, pg. 489
Only a slave begged to be purchased,...
Explorers of Gor, p.122
Only a true slave begs to be free; that act brands a woman uncontrovertibly as a slave.
Tribesmen of Gor, pg. 350
What they love to yield they would often rather have stolen. Rough seduction delights them, the boldness of near rape is a compliment.
~ Ovid
Any girl knows that an interesting body is a moving body.
Slave Girl of Gor, p.36
How can one know the answer to a question which one fears to ask?
Explorers of Gor, pg. 11
We want him to be strong, ambitious, aggressive, possessive, jealous, lustful, dangerous, dominant. We want him to guard us, and protect us, and own us, with masculine ferocity, to see us as his rightful properties. We want to feel ourselves as though we were nothing before his wrath and power. We want to feel that it is the most important thing in the world for us that we please him.
Witness of Gor, pg. 459-460
The temperature of the water which sprang from the wall tap, I learned, was regulated by the direction in which the shadow of a hand fell across a light-sensitive cell above the tap; the amount of water was correlated with the speed with which the hand passed over the sensor.
Priest Kings of Gor, pg. 44
Nonetheless, we are notoriously curious. Doubtless the saying would not otherwise have gained such wide currency.
Kajira of Gor, pg. 443
"You have not been pleasing," I said.
"You do not own me!" she said. "You are not my master!" ...
"The discipline of a slave," I said, "may be attended to by any free person, otherwise she might do much what she wished, provided only her master did not learn of it." The legal principle was clear, and had been upheld in several courts, in several cities, including Ar." Magicians of Gor, pg. 122
He had called me a 'slut'. I did not really mind this. Indeed, something in me relished it. I remembered how I had behaved in the furs. The expression was, perhaps, I thought, with a shudder, quite appropriate.
Kajira of Gor, pg. 238
Excellent slaves are seldom beaten, for there is little, if any, reason to do so. To be sure, such a girl, particularly a love slave, occasionally desires to feel the stroke of the lash, wanting to feel pain at the hands of a beloved master,...
...her acceptance of that relationship, and her rejoicing in it. To be sure, she is soon likely to be merely, again, a whipped slave, begging her master for mercy.
Magicians of Gor, pg. 124
Most alone are those whom love has once touched, and left.
Captive of Gor, pg. 369
...among women there are only slaves who have masters and slaves who do not have masters.
Renegades of Gor, pg. 49
The test of a society is perhaps not its conformance or nonconformance to principles but the nature and human prosperity of its members. Let each look about himself and judge for himself the success of his own society. Man lives confused in the ruins of ideologies. Perhaps he will someday emerge from the caves and pens of his past. That would be a beautiful day to see.
Slave Girl of Gor, pg. 212
It is not unusual on this world, incidentally, for men to prize such things as flowers. Perhaps all men have this softer side to their nature. I do not know. At any rate, men here, or most men here, do not seem to fear this part of themselves...
...they can afford to be whole men here, not cultural or political half-men, of one sort or another." Witness of Gor, pg. 353
There is only gold, and power, and the bodies of women, and steel.
Raiders of Gor, pg. 90
Slavery, of course, reduces tensions in a woman.
Fighting Slave of Gor, pg. 186
He made the universal gesture for trading, gesturing as though he were taking something from us, and then giving us something in return.
Hunters of Gor, pg. 19
Did she not yet know that nay slave must do anything, and everything, at the merest suggestion of a master, at his merest word, even at his slightest gesture, or glance? That is something that most girls learn quite quickly.
Players of Gor, pg. 378
A woman's acquisition of the skills of erotic dance, incidentally, like those of a child's linguistic skills, follows an unusually sharp learning curve. This suggests that the rudiments of such dance, or the readiness for it, like the capacity, at least, for the rapid and efficient acquisition of language, is genetically coded. Sex, and human nature, may not be irrelevant to biology.
Blood Brothers of Gor, pg. 41
"The men of Gor," she said, "are strong. They are not weak and divided against themselves. They are not tortured. They are integrated and coherent, and proud. They see themselves in the order of nature. They see females as females, as slaves, and themselves as men, as masters. If we do not please them they punish us, or slay us. ... Only where there are true men can there be true women.
Rogue, pg. 100
There is no single humanity, no single shirt, no correct pair of shoes, no uniform, even a gray one, that will fit all men. There are a thousand humanities possible. He who denies this sees only his own horizons. He who disagrees is the denier of difference, and the murderer of the better futures.
Savages of Gor, pg. 31
"The sword must drink until its thirst is satisfied," said Callimachus. It was a Gorean proverb.
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 17
"Beware the sleen that seems to sleep," is a Gorean proverb.
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 50
"Not directly," I said. "That would be transparent Kaissa, as it is said. Yet the enemy will expect us to dart for that opening."
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 80
...her skills develop to a point at which she is good enough, as it is said, "to be permitted to dance before a Ubar."
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 234
"Before the feast, go hungry." So say the Goreans.
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 175
I did not speak. 'Go hungry to the feast,' I thought, 'so say the Goreans.' And what a slave feast knelt before me!
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 182
Free, she is enslaved, the prisoner of inhibitions, artifices and conventions; enslaved, she is free, liberated to the self-fulfillment of her deepest nature. Free, she is enslaved; enslaved, she is free. That is the paradox of the collar.
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 286
"They all wear collars," is the first portion of a familiar exchange, of which Goreans are fond. The second, and concluding, portion of the exchange is, "But each in her collar is different." This exchange, I think, makes clear the attitude of the Gorean toward the slave girl. In one sense, she is nothing, and is to be treated as such, but, in another sense, she is precious, and is everything.
Guardsman of Gor, pg. 260
...Another device, common in Port Kar, is for the girl to kneel before the master and put her head down and lift her arms, offering him fruit, usually a larma, or a yellow Gorean peach, ripe and fresh. These devices, incidentally, may be used even by a slave girl who hates her master but whose body, trained to love, cannot endure the absence of the masculine caress...
Tribesmen of Gor, pg. 27
Honor was honor, in small things as well as great. Indeed, how can one practice honor in great things if not in small things?
Rogue, pg. 231
I regarded her. I saw that the attentions she had received had much aroused her, the merciless weapon metal of men about her legs and belly.
Mercenaries of Gor, pg. 200
The touching of the naked body of the slave with steel," I said, "helps her to understand that she is subject to the master in all things, totally."
Mercenaries of Gor, pg. 201
"And so," I said, "it is not uncommon that after such a touch, the caress of the master's steel, that the slave, congnizant then of her utter helplessness and the master's power, and her complete dependence upon his mercies, that she is totally and absolutely under his dominance, yields to him quickly and lusciously."
Mercanearies of Gor, pg 202
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