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In the implacable decisions of nature, decisions at one with a world's journey about a star, at one with the turnings of a planet, with the alternance of day and night, and the successions of seasons, at one with storms and sunlight, with clouds and grass, with rain and tides, with manifold forms of life and their mysterious complementarities, each is destined for the other. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #144)

And it had surely been made manifest to me incontrovertibly in the holding of Policrates, when she had thought me to be the courier of Ragnar Voskjard. And perhaps it was this, above all, this sensing of the ready slave in her, which had drawn me so irresistibly toward her, which had called out to the master in my blood. Does not the slave in woman call piteously for its master? But, too, does not the master seek his slave? There is no fulfillment for the slave without the master, nor for the master without the slave. In the implacable decisions of nature, decisions at one with a world's journey about a star, at one with the turnings of a planet, with the alternance of day and night, and the successions of seasons, at one with storms and sunlight, with clouds and grass, with rain and tides, with manifold forms of life and their mysterious complementarities, each is destined for the other. "Were you free on your far, strange world?" "Yes, Mistress". "How foolish!" "Yes, Mistress". "You should have been enslaved there, should you not have been?" "Yes, Mistress!" "But you were not?" "No, Mistress". - (Guardsman of Gor)