Quotes About Control

No one's permitted in except contractors, owners, and local officialdom (plus President Obama and our big candied yam of a governor).

Things happen that seem life-altering, then everything grinds down to being bearable--sometimes slightly better. Which could be a formula for doing anything you fuck-all wanted; or nothing ever meant much--which he did not accept for an instance . . . Still. Who ran their own brain. Your brain ran you.

The difference between virtuality and life is very simple. In a construct you know everything is being run by an all-powerful machine. Reality doesn't offer this assurance, so it's very easy to develop the mistaken impression that you're in control.

Hand over your responses to the man who triggers them, and you have already lost the battle for self. Look beyond, and find yourself there instead.

Wealth, in his experience, was not something the people who had it were at all keen to see trickling anywhere.

What you feel is not yours. You need not own it. Creatures like these breed the fear in you as we fatten a buffalo calf, and with similar intent.

Choose your feelings as you would a weapon. This is what it is to be Majak.

Part of running a successful tyranny is knowing when and how to let your subjects off the leash

Rich people do this. They have the power and they see no reason not to use it. Men and women are just merchandise, like everything else. Store them, freight them, decant them. Sign at the bottom, please. On

The difference between virtuality and life is very simple. In a construct you know everything is being run by an all-powerful machine. Reality doesn't offer this assurance, so it's very easy to develop the mistaken impression that you're in control.

There isn't actually any escape. Once you understand this, you are empowered.

Mais souvenez-vous de la faiblesse des armes. Ce ne sont que des extensions. Vous êtes le tueur et le destructeur. Vous êtes complet, avec ou sans elles.

The skeins are tangled. Some butterfly shaman up in the north beats his puny fucking wings and the storm gathers before you know it. Chaos gathers, like a bad poet's verse. We run damage control, but the rules of engagement have changed. You think we're any happier about it than you? We've got our balls to the wall here, hero. We're fighting half blind, nothing works, not the way it should, not anymore. Which

If they cannot have what might, what could, what should, and perhaps most awful of all what should have been, then they will dream it up instead, imagine it into being in whatever twisted or beautiful form suits, and then drive their fellows to their knees in chains by the thousand and million to pretend in chorus that it is so.

Part of running a successful tyranny is knowing when and how to let your subjects off the leash, and at this the First Families were accomplished masters.

Served up through the id-feeding Technicolor TV drip that passed for national news coverage, he was just new dosage in a regime already 150 years screen-ingrained.

The difference between virtuality and life is very simple. In a construct you know everything is being run by an all-powerful machine. Reality doesn't offer this assurance, so it's very easy to develop the mistaken impression that you're in control. Quellcrist Falconer Ethics on the Precipice

Strange how you could become a man's god without noticing.

Comme Bancroft, MacIntyre avait été un homme de pouvoir et, comme tous les hommes de pouvoir, quand il parlait de prix, vous pouviez être sûr d'une chose : C'était quelqu'un d'autre qui payait.

The difference between virtuality and life is very simple. In a construct you know everything is being run by an all-powerful machine. Reality doesn't offer this assurance, so it's very easy to develop the mistaken impression that you're in control. Quellcrest Falconer Ethics on the Precipice

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary." --H. L. Mencken

The obsession with time is really an obsession with perfection.

We are not, as we had told ourselves, the victim of circumstances. We played an active part in our own undoing.

A la ira hay que escucharla. La ira es una voz, un grito, un ruego, una exigencia.