Quotes About Control

Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.

This isn't about love as in caring. This is about property as in ownership.

you can't escape the world, and you're not responsible for how you look, if you look beauticious or butt ugly. you're not responsible for how you feel or what you say or how you act or anything you do. it's all out of your hands.

The more things you own, the more they own you.

It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power, the same way money is power, the same way a gun is power.

Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat, it's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go

This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that's on fire.

How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

So this is why I write. Because most times, your life isn't funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it. That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because since you can't control life, at least you can control your version.

The bad news is we don't have any control. The good news is we can't make any mistakes.

Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed.

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe, organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become. With the whole world property-lined and speed-limited and zoned and taxed and regulated, with everyone tested and registered and adressed and recorded. Nobody had left much room for adventure, except maybe the kind you could buy. [...] The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom.

Then you're trapped on your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them.

Every planet will take on the corporate identity of whoever rapes it first.

This isn't about love and hate, Helen says. It's about control. People don't sit down and read a poem to kill their child. They just want the child to sleep. They just want to dominate. No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have your own way. The masochist bullies the sadist into action. The most passive person is actually an aggressor.

Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.

They told me that nothing was a sin, just a poor life choice. Poor impulse control. That nothing is evil. Any concept of right versus wrong, according to them, is merely a cultural construct relative to one specific time and place. They said that if anything should force us to modify our personal behavior it should be our allegiance to a social contract, not some vague, externally imposed threat of flaming punishment.

Valley of the Dogs. Where even if they don't kill you, if someone loves you enough to take you home, they still castrate you.

It sounds as if you'd like to be God.

Here's one night when I control the chaos. I participate with the doom I can't control. I'm dancing with the inevitable, and I survive....My regular little dress rehearsal...the day I finally meet Death, the two of us will be old, long-lost friends. Me and Death, separated at birth.

These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.

And if you believe that we really have free will, then you know that God can't really control us. And since God can't control us, all God does is watch and change channels when He gets bored.

With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.