"The Goreans claim that in each woman there is a Free Companion, proud and beautiful, worthy and noble, and in each, too, a slave girl. The companion seeks for her companion; the slave girl, for her Master. It is further said, that on the couch, the Gorean girl, whether slave or free, who has had the experience, who has tried all loves, begs for a Master. She wishes to belong completely to a man, withholding nothing, permitted to withhold nothing. And, of course, of all women, only a slave girl may truly belong to a man, only a slave girl can truly be his, in all ways, utterly, totally, completely, his, selflessly, at his mercy, his ecstatic slave, helpless and joyous in the total submission which she is given no choice but to yield."---Hunters of Gor, pg. 102

On Masters

"He looked on her intently. He studied her. He gave her great attention. She turned her head to one side, her wrists secured in many turns of the binding fiber, her fists clenched.... on earth many men did not even know their wives... Never, truly had they seen them. But a Gorean Master will know every inch, and care for every inch, of one of his slave girls. He will know every hair, every sweet blemish of her. In a way she is nothing to him, for she is only a slave. But in another way she is very important to him. She is one of his women. He will know her. He will want to know her completely, every inch of her body, every inch of her mind. Nothing less will satisfy him. She is his property. He will choose to know his property thoroughly."---Hunters of Gor, pg. 145

On The Environment

"Goreans care for their world. They love the sky, the plains, the sea, the rain in the summer, the snow in the winter. They will sometimes stand and watch clouds. The movement of grass in the wind is very beautiful to them. More than one Gorean poet has sung of the leaf of a Tur tree. I have known warriors who cared for the beauty of small flowers."---Hunters of Gor, pg. 119

On Being Gorean

One day Foobus asked his friend Doofus, "Why do you spend so much time online, chatting and reading websites?"
"Because," Doofus replied, "I wish to become a Gorean."
Foobus nodded and went outside. He came back a few minutes later with a large brick and began rubbing it with a cloth.
Now it was Doofus' turn to ask a question. "Why are you rubbing that brick?"
"Because," Foobus replied, "I wish to make a mirror."
"That's stupid," Doofus said, "No amount of polishing is going to turn a brick into a mirror."
Foobus smiled.---Adapted from a Buddhist proverb by Zeb