Quotes About Control

You know what I mean. And by the way, you should slow down." I sighed. "You're kidding me. This is coasting. This is little old lady speed." "NASCAR drivers would have heart attacks. Slow down before we get a ticket." "Chicken.

He kicked in the door with one casual blow, leaned in, and said, Please don't run. I'm not in a good mood. Better if you just sit still. He cocked his head and listened, then smiled. Ah, he said. And there he goes. You two wait here.

It's bad enough I have to be trapped in a car with you children. You'll do your best not to act like children.

I ended your experiment. Because you're not a scientist. You're a monster. I'm not leaving any of them at your mercy.

The only way to stop a rebellion is to crush it with blood and fire, and to wound them so they'll never dare to raise a hand again.

The problem with ruling by fear is that eventually, when the fear fades, fury replaces it.

You think you're fighting for freedom. Freedom is dangerous. Give humankind freedom, and they will inevitably fall into chaos and war, religious zealotry and senseless violence. We have kept the peace. And we've done it by giving the people what they need, when they need it. Not what they want. Want is nothing but blind and selfish greed.

Rich men don't look at people like us as human beings; we're pieces they move, levers they pull to get what they want.

Because revolution rarely comes from those in charge.

A petty kind of power is still power.

The Great Library may have once been a boon, but what is it today? What does it give us? It suppresses! It stifles! You, sir, do you own a book? No, sir, not a blank, filled only with what they want you to read...a real book, an original work, in the hand of the writer? The library owns our memories, yet you cannot own your own books! Why? Why do they fear it? Why do they fear to allow you the choice?

I want you to know that when it comes, when it all falls down, it's your fault, you worthless, stupid bitch. I should have started with you. But I'll finish with you, one of these days. You think I won't touch you? I will. From the inside out.

Power holds always the hidden edge of threat.

It's almost like rising to the highest levels of power comes with a side order of sociopathy—who could have seen that coming?

Taking someone's will, someone's freedom...it kills the heart, and then the soul.

violent, organized bunch of angry men could be the sidearm I carry.

When you sleep, you give up the choice to control memory.

How could intelligent beings seek to control a few unwanted species by a method that contaminated the entire environment and brought the threat of disease and death even to their own kind?

As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life - a fabric on the one hand delicate and destructible, on the other miraculously tough and resilient, and capable of striking back in unexpected ways. These extraordinary capacities of life have been ignored by the practitioners of chemical control who have brought to their task no high-minded orientation, no humility before the vast forces with which they tamper.

We urgently need an end to these false assurances, to the sugar coating of unpalatable facts. It is the public that is being asked to assume the risks that the insect controllers calculate. The public must decide whether it wishes to continue on the present road, and it can do so only when in full possession of the facts.

How could intelligent beings seek to control a few unwanted species by a method that contaminated the entire environment and brought the threat of disease and death even to their own kind? Yet this is precisely what we have done. We have done it, moreover, for reasons that collapse the moment we examine them.

On the other hand, those who are willing to wait for an extra season other two for full results (against an Japanese beetle) will turn to milky disease; they will be rewarded with lasting control that become more, rather than less effective with the passage of time.

The control of nature is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and philosophy, when it was supposed that nature exists for the convenience of man.

It's over when you decide it's over, Norah says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky. That has nothing to do with us.