`You are a monster, Captain,' he laughed.
`I am of the warriors,' I said.
`I know your sort,' he said. `It is the fight you relish. What a wicked sort you are, and yet how useful!'
I shrugged.
`You see a fight you want, you take it,' he said, `You see a woman you like, you take her.'
`Perhaps if she pleased me,' I said.
`You would do as you wished,' he said.
`Of course,' I said.
`Warrior!' said he.
`Yes, Warrior,' I said."
pg 33 Beasts of GOR

Honor is important to Goreans, in a way that those of Earth might find it hard to understand; for example, those of Earth find it natural that men should go to war over matters of gold and riches, but not honor; the Gorean, contrariwise, is more willing to submit matters of honor to the adjudication of steel than he is matters of riches and gold; there is a simple explanation for this; honor is more important to him.
pg 42 Beasts of GOR

`Flee!' she said.
`I am of the Warriors,' I said.
`But you may die,' she said.
`That is acknowledged in the codes,' I said.
`What are the codes?' she asked.
`They are nothing and, and everything,' I said. `They are a bit of noise, and the steel of the heart. They are meaningless, and all significant. They are the difference. Without the codes men would be Kurii.'
`Kurii?' she asked.
`Beasts, such as ice beasts, and worse,' I said.
`Beasts such as the face you saw in the sky.'
`You need not keep the codes,' she said.
`I once betrayed my codes,' I said. `It is not my intention to do so again.' I looked at her. `One does not know, truly what it is to stand, until one has fallen. Once one has fallen, then one knows, you see, what it is to stand.'
`None would know if you betrayed the codes,' she said.
`I would know,' I said, `and I am of the Warriors.'
`What is it to be a warrior?' she asked.
`It is to keep the codes,' I said. `You may think that to be a warrior is to be large, or strong, and to be skilled with weapons, to have a blade at your hip, to know the grasp of the spear, to wear the scarlet, to know the fitting of the iron helm upon one's countenance, but these are things are not truly needful; they are not, truly what makes one man a warrior and another not. Many men are strong, and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might, if he dared, don the scarlet and gird himself with weapons. Any man might place upon his brow the helm of iron. But it is not the scarlet, not the steel, not the helm which makes a warrior.'
She looked at me.
`It is the codes,' I said.
`Abandon your codes,' she said.
`One does not speak to slaves of the codes,' I said.
pg 340 Beasts of GOR

`I am of the Warriors,' I said. `I will take by the sword what women please me.'
pg 348 Beasts of GOR

`Do you think that only Warriors are men?' he asked.
`No,' I said. `I have never been of that opinion.'
pg 413 Beasts of GOR

Strong men simply need women. This will never be understood by weak men. A strong man needs a woman at his feet, who is truly his. Anything else is less than his fulfillment. When a man has once eaten the meat of the gods he will never again chew on the straw of fools."
pg 12 Explorers of GOR

There are the rebels of the northern shore of Ngao," said the man.
"How can they be rebels?" I asked
"Bila Huruma, in virtue of the discoveries of Shaba," said Ayari, "has claimed all lands in the Lake Ngao region. Those who oppose him are thus rebels."
"I see now, " I said. "To be sure, the distinctions of statecraft sometimes elude me."
"It is basically simple," said Ayari. "One determines what one wishes to prove and then arranges one's principles in such a way that the desired conclusion follows as a demonstrable consequence."
"I see," I said.
"Logic is as neutral as a knife," he said.
"But what of truth?" I asked.
"Truth is more troublesome," he admitted.
"I think you would make an excellent diplomat," I said.
"I have been a fraud and a charlatan all my life," said Ayari. "There would thus be no translation to make."
pg 222-223 Explorers of GOR

Askari Hodari: a salute to the honor of another warrior; in Ushindi it means 'Brave Warrior' or, simply 'Warrior'
pg 442 Explorers of GOR

'Masculinity in the male,' she said, 'is closely allied with sexuality. Masculinity may be best attacked by an attack on male sexuality, and the more pervasive and pernicious it is the better. Men are the natural masters.'"
pg 71 Fighting Slave of GOR

Also, it might be noted that most Gorean warfare is carried out largely by relatively small groups of professional soldiers, seldom more than a few thousand in the field at a given time, trained men, who have their own caste. Total warfare, with its arming of millions of men, and its broadcast slaughter of hundreds of populations, is Gorean neither in concept nor in practice. Goreans, often castigated for their cruelty, would find such monstrosities unthinkable. Cruelty on Gor, though it exists, is usually purposeful, as in attempting to bring, through discipline and privation, a young man to manhood, or in teaching a female that she is a slave.
pg 145 Fighting Slave of GOR

I understand," I said. I had a respect for caste honor. Honor is honor, in small things as well as great. Indeed, how can one practice honor in great things, if not in small things?
pg 231 Rogue of GOR

Why would you do this?" he asked.
"Why, to defend the chain," I said.
"True," smiled Callimachus.
"You have tasted blood," said Callimachus, "You want more."
"Such thoughts are too terrible to think," I said.
"The sword must drink until its thirst is satisfied," said Callimachus. It was a Gorean proverb.
pg 17 Guardsman of GOR

`Tears are not unbecoming to the soldier,' said Callimachus. `The soldier is a man of deep passions, and emotion. Many men cannot even understand his depths. Do not fear your currents and your powers. In the soldier are flowers and storms. Each is a part of him, and each is real. Accept both. Deny neither.'
pg 238 Guardsman of GOR

"There are true men in this place," explained the girl. "Oh," I said, I did not understand her remark. Did she not know that true men repudiated their sovereignty, forsook their manhood and conformed to prescribed stereotypes? Was she not familiar with the political definitions? I wondered then if there might not be another sort of true men, true men, like true lions, who, innocent of negativistic conditionings, simply fulfilled themselves in the way of nature. Such men, I supposed, of course, could not exist. They, presumably, in the way of nature, would be less likely to pretend that women were the same as themselves than to simply relish them, to keep them, to dominate, own and treasure them, perhaps like horses or dogs, or, I thought, with a shudder, women
pg 42 Kajira of GOR

"We are friends and we have stood together with blades before enemies. I would betray Priest-Kings before I would betray you. The most they can take is my life, and if I were to lose my honor, even that would be worthless."
Players of Gor

"I knew, from my own experience, that nothing fulfills maleness like mastery. He who would be a man must be a master. He who surrenders his mastery surrenders his manhood. I wondered what those who flocked like sheep to their own castration received in recompense for their manhood. I supposed it must be very valuable." Players.
page 17 Players of GOR

How can I ever thank you?' he cried, stepping back, holding me, proudly, looking at me.
`Between friends,' I said, `thanks are neither needed, nor possible.'
pg 116 Players of GOR

It is seldom wise, incidentally, to impugn, or attempt to manipulate, the honor of a Gorean.
pg 297 Mercenaries of GOR

Theft or capture, if you prefer, conferred rights over me. I would belong to, and must fully serve, anyone into whose effective possession I came, even if it had been by theft. The original master, of course, has the right to try to recover his property, which remains technically his for a period of one week. If I were to flee the thief, however, after he has consolidated his hold on me, for example kept me for even a night, I could, actually in Gorean law, be counted as a runaway slave, from him, even though he did not technically own me yet, and punished accordingly.
pg 95 Dancer of GOR

`What of honor?' I asked.
`An inconvenience,' he said, `an impediment on the path to power.'
`You seem to me,' I said, uncertainly, `one who might once have had honor.'
`I have outgrown it,' he said.
`The most dangerous lies,' I said, `are those which we tell ourselves.'
pg 468 Vagabonds of GOR

`You have drawn a weapon against me,' I said.
`You are of the warriors?' said the fellow. He wavered. He, too, knew the codes.
`Yes,' I said. `And he?' asked the fellow.
`He, too,' I said.
`You are not in the scarlet,' he said.
`True,' I said. Did he think that the color of a fellow's garments was what made him a warrior? Surely he must realize that one not of the warriors might affect the scarlet, and that one who wore the grimed gray of a peasant, one barefoot, and armed only with the great staff, might be of the scarlet caste. It is not the uniform which makes the warrior, the soldier.
pg 129 Magicians of GOR

Many Gorean men, in their vanity, will not admit to caring for slaves. Even the thought of it, it seems, would embarrass them. Who would care for a meaningless slut in a collar? Yet, too often, for just such women, luscious and helpless, and in bondage, men are prepared to kill. Indeed, more than one war on Gor has been fought to recover a single slave.
pg 421 Dancer of Gor

In Gorean culture, generally, it seemed to me that people stood closer to one another than I was accustomed to on Earth. In this way it was natural for men here, for example, to stand much closer to the scantily clad slave than the average man of, say, northern Europe, on Earth, would be likely to, to a woman of his area. Indeed, he usually stands so close to her that it would be easy for him to put his hands on her, and draw her to him, taking her in his arms.
pg 156 Dancer of Gor

"For a slave to say, "You are kind, Master," implies that the Master may be weak, and is usually responded to with "Do you wish to be beaten?"
pg 213 Dancer of GOR

Swords are often drawn on Gor over women, and particularly over women. Women are prizes, perfections and treasures. It is no wonder than men will fight over them with such ferocity.
pg 297 Renegades of Gor

Of what value, really, is it to be able to bring down a running man with the great bow at two hundred yards, to throw the quiva into a two-hort circle at twenty paces, to wield a sword with an agility others might bring to the handling of a knife? Of what use are such dreadful skills? Then I reminded myself that such skills are often of great use and that culture, with its glories of art, and music and literature, can flourish only within the perimeters of their employments. Perhaps there is then a role for the lonely fellows on the wall, for the border guards, for the garrisons of far-flung outposts, for the guardsmen in the city treading their lonely rounds. All these, too, in their humble, unnoticed way, serve. Without them the glory is not possible. Without them even their critics could not exist.
pg 131 Magicians of Gor

Warriors, it is said in the codes, have a common Home Stone. Its name is battle.
pg 343 Renegades Of Gor

You risked so much for a mere point of honor?' she asked.
`There are no mere points of honor,' I told her.
pg 63 Vagabonds of Gor

Power without ethics is disaster, ethics without power is useless.
The key to strategy is not to choose a path to victory, but to choose so that all paths lead to a victory.
A retreating enemy should be allowed all the face he can carry off. Just don't let him carry off anything else.
page 219 Vagabonds of Gor

`No,' he said. `I do not keep you because of the gold. I am of the scarlet caste. I am of the warriors. I could cast the gold away, as a gesture.'
pg 490 Vagabonds of GOR

"What is it to be a warrior?" she asked.
"It is to keep the codes," I said. "You may think that to be a warrior is to be large, or strong, and to be skilled with weapons, to have a blade at your hip, to know the grasp of the spear, to wear the scarlet, to know the fitting of the iron helm upon one's countenance, but these things are not truly needful; they are not, truly, what makes one man a warrior and another not. Many men are strong, and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might, if he dared, don the scarlet and gird himself with weapons. Any man might place upon brow the helm of iron. But it is not the scarlet, not the steel, not the helm of iron which makes the warrior."
She looked up at me.
"It is the codes," I said.
Beasts of Gor, pg 340