Quotes About Control

I get rational when I panic.

And now Kit's cock—which had mostly been used for taking a leak before that moment—woke up and screamed I WANT! FEED ME ASSHOLE! And Kit had given it a good handshake until it threw up.

You've completely managed my life for the next twelve hours. Why do you have that 'nipple-clamp' expression on your face?

to enjoy dressing you like a Ken doll and paying your salary for it. I've always wanted to be a sugar daddy.

Mr. Pantalone was rubbing the back of his neck like he was in pain. "It's like herding fish," he mumbled. "You want them to go one way, and then you're riding a mooncalf in the river.

What if he bites someone?" "He hardly chews his food.

Yeah, you gotta stomp down on your emotions until they rise up, grab you by the throat, shake you around a little, and then grind you into the pavement. I've done that.

Because if it moved faster it would be fascism, Jackson, and we've come damned close to that and would rather not.

that one thing I have control over? That shit is mine.

Nobody had it under control. Nobody had it buttoned down all the time. Sometimes all you could do was play pretend. And the people who looked at him on the stage and pretended were just as bare on the inside as Mackey, who got lost in the music on the stage for the very same reason.

There would be no intimacy unless Ace willed it to be, and getting his asshole destroyed by the crisp-moving, slow-talking military man would have simply been a way for Jackson to be all he could be.

scrawny alley cat of a man who couldn't avoid trouble if it came with detour signs was going to tell Jason how to run his own personal life? It was just that the quick jab about stomping down on his emotions until they rose up and took a guy by the throat had been so damned…

No big deal," Margie said, trying to keep her jaw stoic. "Just, you know, a Lap-band. The stomach-stapling thing, right?

You, uhm… I mean, I'm not going to step on the gas and find myself in the next county with a horse plastered on the grill, am I?

then let him go, losing himself in the Zen of pain control once more.

You know, someday I'm gonna top," Cash told him, his brown-eyed gaze absolutely unimpressed. "And I've never done it before, but I'm going to do it with you, and you are going to be at my mercy. Now ask yourself—how badly do you want to piss me off before then? Because you need to pick your battles.

What must it be like to have such faith in the world, in plans, in your own ability to control your fate? It was contagious, that's what it was. I could not help it. I caught his hope like a plague.

She'll take anything. Even the network whose name we don't speak, if you know what I mean.

Controlla le cose che puoi, così il caos del mondo esterno non sembrerà più così schiacciante.

Time is not a solid, linear thing, no matter how much man tries to pretend it is. Time has humored us, much like a parent does a child, bending this way and that, to make us think we have the upper hand, but make no mistake: we do not. There are levels and dimensions of time, unimaginable twists and nooks that our punny brains cannot even begin to understand.

If the government of Iraq is holding Captain Speicher, he is entitled to Prisoner of War status under international law and the Geneva Convention and would have been entitled to such status from the day he first came under Iraqi control

I was sure that if I got my hand in between the hard muscles of his butt cheeks, he'd grip it so tight I wouldn't be able to get it out again and I'd pobably have to cut it off at the wrist.

Competition in robbery don't need competition boards

sorry Sartre, the hell is the bureaucrats .