Linda Lovelace Quotes

When someone needs help, that’s the time to help. Not the next day. Not when it’s safe.

I am tough on people. Most people don’t know how hard I judge them because I don’t say anything. All I do is cross them off the list. Forever.

Everyone that watches "Deep Throat" is watching me being raped.

I had the misfortune of meeting Chuck Traynor. He started out as a nice person and then did a complete 180 and beat me up from that day forward, physically, mentally, and psychologically. The psychological damage will never go away

She did things to keep her man happy; I did things to keep my man from killing me.

I was the kind of girl who liked to go down by the ocean and hold hands. I still am.

He started speaking to me out of the side of his mouth, rapidly, his eyes on Chuck all the time. “Look, Linda, we had no idea how bad it is.” “You didn’t?” “If you need help, just let me know. I mean, if there’s anything any of us can do, just give us a signal.” “What can anyone do?” “I don’t know,” he said. “We could help.” He sped up the talk as he saw Chuck and Damiano winding up their conversation. “I mean it, just let us know. We heard what was going on last night. And I just want you to know I’m here.” I could see that much. He was here. I didn’t say a word but I know what I was thinking: sure, you’re here now but where were you last night? Where were you when you were needed? Where was anyone? It was nice, and it may have been brave of him to offer help, but it was too late; the corpse was being thrown a lifesaver. It was an offer that couldn’t be accepted, because it was an offer that couldn’t be trusted. He was just saying words with nothing behind them.

Although I was terribly let down after that, there was one good side to the experience. The more that decent people became interested in me for decent reasons, the stronger I became.

The statute of limitations is a real obstacle to women such as myself. After being enslaved and degraded for a period of years, you don't just escape and go running to an attorney. It takes years to get over the fear, to find yourself, to discover who you really are and what you're capable of doing.

Maybe the porno business is a rhinoceros and I'm just BB pellet bouncing off it.

The bad experiences I had to go through have value, and a life that once had no meaning now has some meaning.

Gloria's article also drew a new kind of creature out of the woodwork; the intellectual critic who would never have otherwise noticed my book but now saw me as some kind of danger

I can remember when there wasn't room for anyone else in my prayers; now my prayers are crowded.

Finally, I could come out of hiding and be ... what? I had no idea. Be myself, I guess. But who was that?

Finding the strength to deal with yesterday has given me the strength to deal with today.

My biggest mistake ... was letting whatever man I happened to be near make all the decisions, no matter how bad those decisions were. And there's a reason for that.... And so long as the man wasn't beating me, wasn't handing me around to his friends, I would happily let him make all the decisions. Some of those decisions eventually cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Some people ask me whether the woman's movement is using me a bit. It's only natural they would use me as an example of what can happen to a woman involved in pornography. This is the way I want to be used, these are the causes I want to be involved in.

My relationship with feminism has never been one-sided.

My relationship with feminism has never been one-sided. They use me to show people what can happen when an innocent person is dragged down into the pornographic sewer. And at the same time they deliver the message I want delivered: There is a way out.

Did anyone really believe the story? Was I getting through to anyone? Or was I doomed to be always what I had been ten years earlier: A bad joke- the Linda Lovelace doll; wind her up and she swallows the key.

I describe life with Chuck as twisted and brutal, demented and violent, insane and sadistic; he describes it as normal- believe it or not, we're both telling the truth.

That day made me weaker, more docile. Now I was totally defeated. There was no humiliation left for me. Now he could do whatever he wanted.

In the land of whackos and weirdos, the normal human being shines like a beacon.

Larry helped bring back reality into my life. How did I return the favor? By trying to inject unreality into his.

It's one thing to be poor and it's quite another to be both poor and famous. Worse still is to be poor and famous and a sex symbol.

For years I had been the prisoner of a sadistic pimp. And now I was the prisoner of circumstance.

That's what I always think of when I think of hard times- cars that don't run and mechanics who do.

I'm afraid that's the kind of memory I have- good times disappear in a kind of rosy blur; bad times stay with me forever.

They clearly ranked the name (as did most people of intelligence) about midway between Adolf Hitler and Lucretia Borgia in appeal.

And there's so much that hasn't been said, so many things we haven't been able to say to each other.

I began to wonder how anyone ever managed to get the truth told in this country. I still do. It isn't easy.

People may open this book with a snicker, they will not be laughing when they close it.

The basic oral fantasy- sex without effort, sex without involvement, sex without hassle, sex without any effort on the man's part.

Men who get a charge from that movie are buying the notion that women are meant to be used. They don't see women as equal partners in sex or anything else.

I felt like an ex-convict who has spent his entire life behind bars and one day is turned out, blinking, into the sunlight.

God knows I had enough practice at that- at not thinking about what I was doing.