Quotes About Control

What I'm talking about is free will. Do we have it, or does God dictate and script everything we do and say and want? Do we have free will, or do the mass media and our culture control us, our desires and actions, from the moment we're born?

That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because since you can't control life, at least you can control your version.

Our misery. This suppression of our rational mind is the source of inspiration. Suffering takes us out of our rational self-control and lets the divine channel through us.

It's the sweetest of moments when the fire takes control, and you're no longer responsible for anything.

There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.

The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.

It's music as wallpaper, utilitarian, music as Prozac or Xanax to control how you feel. Music as aerosol room freshener.

But I don't want to go back. Not yet. Just because. Because every once in a while, somebody brings me my lunch tray and my meds and he has a black eye or his forehead is swollen with stitches, and he says: We miss you Mr. Durden. Or somebody with a broken nose pushes a mop past me and whispers: Everything's going according to the plan. Whispers We're going to break up civilization so we can make something better out of the world. Whispers We look forward to getting you back.

Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

Rachel hadn't invented the dangers of toxoplasmosis; she'd gone online and built an airtight case. This wasn't crazy talk. Neurobiologists had linked T. gondii to suicide and the onset of schizophrenia. All caused by exposure to cat poop. Some studies even suggested that the toxo brain parasites chemically coerced people to adopt more cats. Those crazy cat ladies were actually being controlled by an infection of single-cell invaders. The

And since God can't control us," he says, "all God does is watch and change channels when He gets bored.

Hoard food and it rots. Hoard money and you rot. Hoard power and the government rots.

Give me patience. Flash. Give me control. Flash.

Jump to one time, late one night, driving between Nowhere, Wyoming, and WhoKnowsWhere, Montana, when Seth says how your being born makes your parents God. You owe them your life, and they can control you. "Then puberty makes you Satan," he says, "just because you want something better." J

Evie says, "It's not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed." I write: i know girls who say that about their dildos.

hotting bottom isn't a weekend retreat, it's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everuthing and just let go. Let go

Use attribution to control the delivery of dialogue, creating the sort of dramatic pause an actor would insert. Otherwise, the reader will race through a line without realizing how it ought to be weighted.

En la antigua Roma, dice la Hermana Justiciera, en el Coliseo, el editor era el hombre que organizaba los deportes sangrientos que eran la forma principal de mantener a la gente pacificada y unida. De ahí es de donde viene realmente la palabra editor. Hoy día, nuestro editor planea el menú de asesinatos, violaciones, incendios provocados y asaltos que hay en la portada del periódico del día.

People really need somebody they feel superior to. So stay downtrodden.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

Evie says, "It's not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed." I write: i know girls who say that about their dildos.

The goal was to teach each man in the project that he had the power to control history. We, each of us, can take control of the world.

and the things you used to own, now they own you.

La deidad superior ordena que todas las criaturas vivas sufran -consumidas por enfermedad o gritando con cobertura corporal de sangre-, y que luego llega un día en que todas tienen que morir. (…) Si un agente da patadas frecuentes a un perro… si golpea con bofetones de mano a la compañera reproductiva… si ese agente asesina con puñal a un compañero, eso imita la lección correcta de la deidad" (Comunicado 5º).