Quotes About Conspiracy

He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody had really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of.

Every movement of his body is an unconscious protest. Every desire, every dream, no matter how intimate or personal, is a plot or a conspiracy. Every hope is a plan for insurrection. Every glance of the eye is a threat. His very existence is a crime against the state!

Strange things conspire when one tries to cheat fate

Working for the environment didn't mean Ewan was a particularly nice person. He was very self-righteous about the fact that he didn't want any part of Graham's business empire, which apparently was playing its own small part in the "global capitalist conspiracy." That didn't stop him from taking money from Graham whenever he was home.

Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I'd be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?

Now I was standing in a forest grove with a witch, a half-demon, a vampire, and a shaman, planning to put an end to a nefarious plot to usurp our powers and alter the path of humankind. Talk about your conspiracy theories.

It's official," Sam said as we walked out. "We're screwed. The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now.

It's official," Sam said as we walked out. "We're screwed. The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now." "Ah, but that's the trick. You cheat death, it keeps trying. Didn't you see that movie?" "All of them, actually.

The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now." "Ah, but that's the trick. You cheat death, it keeps trying.

The types who planned an insurrection against Roosevelt in the thirties

Dac? porneÈ™ti o vân?toare de vr?jitoare, trebuie s? g?seÈ™ti È™i niÈ™te vr?jitoare.

I can assure you that flying saucers, given that they exist, are not constructed by any power on Earth.

You can't write novels without a touch of paranoia. I'm paranoid as an act of good citizenship, concerned about what the powerful people are up to.

In 528, still the crown prince, not yet king, Khusro discovered that his father's Mazdakite allies were conspiring against the throne. Driven, perhaps, by a combination of loyalty, anger, and a desire to demonstrate a kingly sort of resolution, in 529 the prince arrested, tortured, and executed Mazdak, and followed up with a massacre of his followers. (The Mazdakites would one day serve as inspiration for Islam's dissident Shi'a.)

Some guard these traitors to the block of death, Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

O Julius Caesar! thou art mighty yet!Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swordsIn our own proper entrails.

I found you as a morsel, cold uponDead Caesar's trencher.

Great Caesar fell.O! what a fall was there, my countrymen;Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

O conspiracy!Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,When evils are most free?

Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,That he is grown so great?

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Comes at the last, and with a little pinBores through his castle wall, and farewell king!

See what a rent the envious Casca made.

All is not well;I doubt some foul play.