By my makeup and temperament I wasn't really prey to physical desires. Everything happened in my head..

I think I have a repressed bent for the military, I like discipline without question, specific schedules and duties..

O was infinitely more moving when her body was covered with marks, of whatever kind, if only because these marks made it impossible for her to cheat ….

Woman ... is the divine object, violated, endlessly sacrificed yet always reborn, whose only joy, achieved through a subtle interplay of images, lies….

O felt that her mouth was beautiful, since her lover condescended to thrust himself into it . . ..

A truly submissive woman is to be treasured, cherished and protected for it is only she who can give a man the gift of dominance..

Finally a woman confesses! Confess what? What women never allowed themselves to confess. What men always criticized on them: they only obey the blood….

The voluntary captive The speechless the prisoner Which I hide in my very depths..

Debauchery conceived of as a kind of ascetic experience is not new, either for men or for women, but until Story of O no woman to my knowledge had sa….

As a matter of fact," the other voice went on, "if you do tie her up from time to time, or whip her just a little, and she begins to like it, that's ….

I think that submissiveness can [be] and is a formidable weapon, which women will use as long as it isn't taken from them..

I wasn't young, I wasn't pretty, it was necessary to find other weapons..

A man in love ... is the master, so it seems, but only if his lady friend permits it! The need to interchange the roles of slave and master for the s….

I wrote 'The story of O' alone, for Dominique Aury, to interest him, to please him, to occupy him. I wasn't young, nor particularly pretty. I needed ….

The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you..

Story of O is a fairy tale for another world, a world where some part of me lived for a long time, a world that no longer exists except between the c….

I found that stiffly saluting member, of which he was so proud, rather frightening, and to tell the truth I found his pride slightly comical. I thoug….

Lovers and mystics are familiar with this sense of grandeur, this taste of joy - in abandoning oneself to the will of others..

Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare. Anything that brings me closer to illness and the edge of death makes me more faithf….

Who I am finally, if not the long silent part of someone, the secret and nocturnal part which has never betrayed itself in public by any thought, wor….

To love is to live on the precipice..