Quotes About Control

I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.

And how easily a hand becomes a fist.

I would like to believe this is a story I'm telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance. If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it. I can pick up where I left off.

When power is scarce, a little of it is tempting.

Happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked

I walk away from him. It's enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It's like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.

Remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest.

I´ll take care of it, Luke said. And because he said it instead of her, I knew it meant kill. That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before. You do that first, in your head, and then you make it real. So that´s how they do it, I thought. I seemed never to have known that before.

You can't help what you feel, Moira said once, but you can help how you behave.

underlings given sudden power frequently become the worst abusers of it.

I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not.

Lose your temper and you lose the fight.

Those walls and bars are there for a reason," said Crake. "Not to keep us out, but to keep them in. Mankind needs barriers in both cases." "Them?" "Nature and God." "I thought you didn't believe in God," said Jimmy. "I don't believe in Nature either," said Crake. "Or not with a capital N.

How tedious is a tyranny in the throes of enactment. It's always the same plot.

There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.

Then she let him lick her fingers for her. He ran his tongue around the small ovals of her nails. This was the closest she could get to him without becoming food: she was in him, or part of her was in part of him. Sex was the other way around: While that was going on, he was in her. I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.

They should have never given us uniforms if they didn't want us to be an army.

Wars happen because the ones who start them think they can win.

Knowledge is power only as long as you keep your mouth shut.

You want your decisions taken away from you so you won't be responsible for your own actions?

Perhaps he's reached that state of intoxication which power is said to inspire, the state in which you believe you are indispensable and can therefore do anything, absolutely anything you feel like, anything at all.

I made choices, and then, having made them, I had fewer choices.

For the heart was both key and lock, and he who could master the hearts of men and learn their secrets was well on the way to mastering the Fates and controlling the thread of his own destiny.

She who pays the undertaker calls the tune.