"When I was young, I was driven to despair during vacations by the boredom of obvious things. In my old age, finding myself in the tropics, I already knew that I had always searched for medicine against this horror, which lasts because it means nothing. To give a meaning, any, only to get out of this bovine, perfectly indifferent, inert reality, without aims, strivings, affirmation, negation, like an incarnated nothingness."
—Czeslaw Milosz, Road-Side Dog
Kryten: Sirs, we must not be seduced by all this fine living. However munificent our captor, we are still prisoners. And with every second that passes, we lose yet more ground on Red Dwarf.
Lister: You're right, Kryten. Cat, caviar niblet. [is passed the food and eagerly snacks on it] Bucks fizz. [is passed the drink and pours himself a glass] Let's talk about how to get out of this hellhole.
— Red Dwarf, "Legion"
"I too, am a prisoner— in a prison of silk and gold"
"You've chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless."
— Claude Frollo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, after Esmeralda claims sanctuary in the cathedral