Quotes About Manipulation

Russian Parliament today is a bunch of puppets that just fall in with the instructions from Kremlin.

There are plenty of politically motivated pretenders out there preparing to punk you, and you better be on your toes.

That's what sociopaths do: they co-opt others and use them toward their own ends - ruthlessly and efficiently, with no tolerance for dissent or resistance.

Increasingly, people have very little tolerance for anything that smacks of propaganda.

A Nigerian once answered a question about the social significance of money with an enigma: "People use money to intimidate people," he stated. I knew what he meant, but I made polite conversation: "Really? How?" "By giving it to them." That was not the answer I expected. I waited. "Then they can tell them what to do." Afghans said the same, I remembered: "When someone eats your food, he should obey you. You don't obey him.

What was once the language of secrecy is now the language of power.

Did nobody see where we were heading? Did nobody see through the shameless demagogy of the articles of Goebbels? I could see it even through the thick walls of the prison; yet more and more people outside were toeing the line.

In broken English, Suhren told the American soldier: 'This is Frau Churchill. She is related to Winston Churchill, the Prime Minister of England.' Odette said she then stepped out of the car and added: 'And this is Fritz Suhren, commandant of Ravenbruck concentration camp. Please take him as your prisoner.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

Who seems a harmless fool to those above him is a malevolence to those beneath.

The most likable person you know just might be a sociopath.

Felix just sat there, not smirking exactly - or not so as you could call him on it - but clearly happy with how unhappy he'd managed to make all of us.

You like jealousy. You like knowing people want you.' He wasn't talking about sex, and my heart slowed a little. 'Is it not natural to want to be liked?' 'That ain't what you want. It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.'

There were so many lies, all of them precious, all of them necessary.

It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.

I'd seen the way he watched Felix when he thought nobody was paying attention, and it was the kind of look that makes your skin crawl. He laid traps for Felix, too, cunning things that Felix waltzed right out of without seeming to see. Sometimes you could almost hear Lord Shannon's teeth grinding.

He was older than me and a hocus and educated and he talked flash, and he made like that was all there was to it, and it was him doing me the favor, being out here in the middle of absolutely fucking nothing, with the sky like some kind of monster, just waiting 'til you weren't watching to lean down and swallow you whole.

Power games and manipulation were like air in the Mirador and despite a new distaste for their childishness, I was breathing deeply.

There is a terrible weight to that never from Malkar Gennadion, who is also Brinvillier Strych-and who knows how many other names he may have had? Who knows how many lives he may have held and used and discarded, how many other lives he may have left ruined in his wake? I wonder if even Malkar himself knows any longer.

I'd seen him hurting, so he turned around and hurt me. Like a clockwork bear. Wind him up and watch him go.

She was messing with you, Jason. Taking advantage." "Yeah, kids are like predators. They sense weakness and pounce.

Addie zipped open her computer case, found a USB cord, and tossed it through the back window so it landed on the seat next to him. "What's this for?" Kris asked, holding the cord. Darn. He found it too soon. "Thank you," she said. "I must have dropped it." "You just threw it in.

You thought her a pigeon. Pigeon, my arse. That bitch knew everything. She had been in on it from the start.

I had kissed her. I had lain upon her. I had touched her with a sliding hand. I had called her a pearl. She had been kinder to me than anyone save Mrs Sucksby; and she had made me love her, when I meant only to ruin her.