Quotes About Control

If you can't vote them—shoot them.

Try telling that to two-thirds of the governments that now exist, since that's about how many were founded by revolution. Nice, liberal democratic governments—that were started by a bunch of lads with guns and the immense desire to run things in a manner more beneficial to themselves. How else do you get rid of the powers on your neck if there is no way to legally vote them away? If you can't vote them—shoot them.

That's all there is to it. It's like grabbing your mind by the scruff of the neck and forcing it to think of a specific thing at a specific moment. Force yourself to do it at first, and it will become habitual before you know it.

Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you--you should control them.

Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.

It's the same with menus and men and just about anything else: we think we're choosing things for ourselves, but in fact we may not be choosing anything. It could be that everthing's being decided in advance and we pretend we're making choices. Free will may be an illusion. I often think that.

Perhaps most people in the world aren't trying to be free, Kafka. They just think they are. It's all an illusion. If they really were set free, most people would be in a real pickle. You'd better remember that. People actually prefer not being free?

you mean machines are like humans? I shook my head. No, not like humans. With machines the feeling is, well, more finite. It doesn't go any further. With humans it's different. The feeling is always changing. Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It's always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can't do anything about it, you can't control it. With my Subaru, it's not so complicated.

If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.

They take the circuits out of people's brains that make it possible for them to think for themselves. Their world is like the one that George Orwell depicted in his novel. I'm sure you realize that there are plenty of people who are looking for exactly that kind of brain death. It makes life a lot easier. You don't have to think about difficult things, just shut up and do what your superiors tell you to do.

I know exactly what I'm doing, but I just can't stop. That's my greatest weakness.

Cops, Hoshino concluded, not for the first time in his life, are just gangsters who get paid by the state.

A cell is just a room if you don't lock the door.

But things never go the way you want them to, and this was no exception. The world seemed to have a better sense of how you wanted things not to go.

Some things can't be solved just by going wild every now and then.

The leaders use their power to crush people's natural desire to think for themselves. It's foot binding for the brain.

A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born, but you can choose how you die.

I myself have adopted the position that, in fact, we never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

Simplemente, hazte a la idea, me digo. En este caso, pensar no sirve de nada. Nada de todo esto está en tus manos. Lo veas como lo veas, no puedes resistirte. Se ha decidido en otra parte.

Pills and fortune-telling and dieting: nobody can stop her when it comes to any of those things.

Trying to avoid a thought can make it more active in your brain.

And then there were men who were violently afraid of losing to a woman, the scariest men in the world. They become dictators, heads of state, bureaucrats, men with deadly weapons, they were everywhere. Sometimes she could pick one out with a look, but they were often charming, they had to have the power to attract in order to dominate.

Mr. M. was in all ways the model of a band director, and by that I mean he could have led an assault on an innocent nation, enslaved its peoples, and had them marching in pinwheels, all in the course of one profoundly hot afternoon.

first don't panic, second don't panic and third DID I MENTCHIN NOT TO PANIC?!