Quotes About Control

But hatred and viciousness are addictive.

Speculations about what the world would be like after human control of it ended had been – long ago, briefly – a queasy form of popular entertainment. There had even been online TV shows about it: computer-generated landscape pictures with deer grazing in Times Square, serves-us-

Exploited, they'd say. Yes, any way you cut it, but I've a choice of how, and I'll take the money.

She was so pliable. He could do anything with her, arrange her as he pleased, and she would say yes. Not just yes. Oh yes!

I want to keep on living, in any form. I resign my body freely, to the uses of others. They can do what they like with me. I am abject. I feel, for the first time, their true power.

But unshed tears can turn you rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue.

Considering that the whole point of Consilience is for things to run smoothly, with happy citizens, or are they inmates? Both, to be honest. Because citizens were always a bit like inmates and inmates were always a bit like citizens, so Consilience and Positron have only made it official.

I'll take care of it, Luke said. And because he said it instead of her, I knew he 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.

There is only so much manpower and tax revenue that can be devoted to riot control, to social surveillance, to chasing fast youths down dark alleyways, to fire-hosing and pepper-spraying suspicious-looking gatherings.

I wanted to ask why it had to be like this, but I already knew the answer: because it was God's plan. That was how the Aunts got out of everything

I've had cause to notice over the course of what you might call my Gilead career that underlings given sudden power frequently become the worst abusers of it.

Commander Judd is a great believer in the restorative powers of young women, as were King David and assorted Central American drug lords

I can see this idea gathering in Cordelia as well. Maybe she's gone too far, hit, finally, some core of resistance in me. If I refuse to do what she says this time, who knows where my defiance will end?

El control de las mujeres y sus descendientes ha sido la piedra de toque de todo régimen represivo de este planeta. Napoleón y su «carne de cañón», la esclavitud y la mercancía humana, una práctica eternamente renovada: ambas encajan aquí. A quienes promueven la maternidad forzosa habría que preguntarles: Cui bono? ¿A quién beneficia? A veces a un sector, a veces a otro. Nunca a nadie.

She must have been annoyed that it no longer worked. One morning he looked down and it was gone. I expect she'd pointed at it when he was asleep. She was keeping it in a cedar box with some other penises she'd stolen; she was feeding them on grains of wheat. That's the usual method of tending penises.

Then, when he was exhausted, she stole his penis.

Yes, the thought-experiment penises can get out of control

What were prizes but one more level of control imposed on Art by the establishment?

Powerful men don't take well to rejection. Rage could result. There

It's all about sex and territory, which are what will finish us off in the long run.

All of these men are thinking mostly about ruling and rulers. Who should rule, and how. Who should have power, how they should get it, and how they should use it.

I had no faith in the wise choices of the Aunts: I feared that I would end up married to a goat on fire.

Maybe none of this is about control. Maybe it isn't really about who can own whom, who can do what to whom and get away with it, even as far as death. Maybe it isn't about who can sit and who has to kneel or stand or lie down, legs spread open. Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.

Expand your world. (Stories about wizards and spells) are very frequently about power relationships...