Quotes About Control

She was trying to pull it up to stick it through his throat, but he had her wrist, kept the blade down and his face turned away from its questing edge

VOTING IS LIKE DRIVING: R GOES BACKWARD, D GOES FORWARD

Carol says we speak with one voice. What she doesn't say is that voice belongs to HER. There's only one song to sing these days--Carol's song--and if you aren't in harmony, you can stick a stone in your mouth and shut the hell up.

He thought the government was trying to enslave humanity by controlling grammar.

Jude collected them in almost exactly the same way the Pied Piper had collected rats, and children. He made melodies out of hate and perversion and pain, and they came to him, skipping to the music, hoping he would let them sing along.

Spit spot was a favorite of Mary Poppins, and Harper had, since childhood, liked to substitute Julie Andrews–isms for profanity whenever possible. It gave her a steely feeling of control and reminded her of her best self at the same time.

Vapt vupt era uma das expressões preferidas de Mary Poppins, e Harper, desde que era pequena, gostava sempre que possível de substituir os palavrões por expressões típicas de Julie Andrews. Isso lhe proporcionava uma sensação firme de controle e ao mesmo tempo a fazia lembrar de ser a melhor pessoa que pudesse.

He did not hate his wife, but felt for her the kind of affection a man usually reserves for an excitable puppy. Her immediate acceptance of his every opinion and observation was both disheartening and a little hilarious to him. There was not a single criticism he could offer that she would not immediately accept as true. He made a game out of it.

They came to believe their doctors were holding back limited quantities of a cure, and attempted to take them hostage. They formed armies, congresses, religions; plotted rebellions, fomented treasons, practiced heresies.

Who says we're smart?' she asked, in a tone of playful contempt. 'We never even mastered fire. We thought we did, but you see now, it has mastered us.

Sometimes I think every man wants to be a writer. They want to invent a world with the perfect imaginary woman, someone they can boss around and undress at will. They can work out their own aggression with a few fictional rape scenes. Then they can send their fictional surrogate in to save her, a white knight—or a fireman! Someone with all the power and all the agency. Real women, on the other hand, have all these tiresome interests of their own, and won't follow an outline.

She was saying he wasn't like the children in Christmasland. She was saying he was still himself. But Charlie Manx had said something different. Charlie Manx said blood didn't come out of silk. Tabitha

It was entirely possible, she saw now, for them to have their cake and rape and murder it, too.

I always thought I was the head coach, but I learned God is the head coach. He makes up the game plan. He decides when you get to play overtime. And when he says game over, it's over.

The most overlooked advantage to owning a computer is that if they foul up there's no law against wacking them around a little.

The world turns on a dime, the same now as it always has — which is to say, money makes the world go 'round. It's also what makes the world go spinning out of control.

Cleanse my heart... Give me the ability to rage correctly.

Shit, I could jerk you up from there, pop you like a whip. Pop you so hard your snatch will snap off and smack the wall." "So," Vanilla said. "How was charm school?

What becomes of someone who thinks he has all the power... and what becomes of someone who believes he has none?

Until they found out how to activate the tractor beam." "They can think?

We have an uncanny ability to make birds do what we want them to do. In Blood Simple there's a shot from the bumper of a car and it's going up this road and a huge flock of birds takes off at the perfect moment.

Al hablar de la expansión espontánea me refiero a algo que no podemos controlar. Y si no podemos controlarlo, debemos -pienso yo- regocijarnos que no podemos controlarlo.

But what looked like a more diverse and open media world, where anyone could be a reporter or reach an audience, is turning into one where a very few companies control the information pipelines.

There are evils . . . that men inflict upon one another, such as tyrannical domination of some of them over others. —THE GUIDE OF THE PERPLEXED, III, 2