Quotes About Power

But more and more Memphis had begun to ask himself if there had ever been order, or if order was one more myth people repeated so they didn't have to think too much about the violence lurking just under the surface of every polite exchange, every façade of "civilization." And just whom did "order" serve?

There is no greater power on this earth than story." Will paced the length of the room. "People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense—words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions—words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.

I'm not having sex with you. Not willingly. If you starve me, strangle me, whip me or tie me to the bed, it'll be rape, which you said you wouldn't do. I draw the line at fucking a psycho kidnapping dickwad who makes me strip, kneel, crawl and call him Master.

God knows, I'm no expert on relationships, but I do know when something's good. And this thing we've created between us is precious and rare. I only hope it's not fleeting, because for the first time in my adult life, I've given someone the power to hurt me.

A pool just isn't the same as the ocean. It has no energy. No life.

no people ever recognize their dictator in advance. He never stands for election on the platform of dictatorship. He always represents himself as the instrument [of] the Incorporated National Will.... When our dictator turns up you can depend on that he will be one of the boys, and he will stand for everything traditionally American.' Dorothy Thompson qtd in

writing is magic because it harnesses the energy generated by the chaos within.

Maybe why I want Kayo to beat me up is to prove he's a man and I'm a woman," she mused to Dr. Orne. "I want him to be aggressive.

I think of that word, power, and what it means. It means you feed your people, you help the world. I never understood what else there was to it

Humans colonizing and conquering others have a propensity for this, for burning behind them what they cannot possess or control, as if their conflicts are not with themselves and their own way of being, but with the land itself.

Do you know why men name their cocks? No, why? she asked, trying to stifle her laughter. So most of the major decisions in their lives won't be made by a total stranger.

She started to tell him so, but the words vanished unsaid when he abruptly thrust his hands under her skirt, all the way to her waist. Mary gave a startled shriek and jerked back, almost oversetting the chair. He glared at her, his eyes like black ice. You don't have to worry, he snapped. This is Saturday. I only rape on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

His face was terrifying in its stillness, with only his eyes alive, glittering with rage. She could feel the force of his anger in the coiled strength of his body, hear it in the almost inaudible softness of his tone. He wasn't a man who lost control in his anger; he gained it to an even greater degree.

He had destroyed her, so why couldn't she destroy him in return?

Do you want me? she whispered, licking him again. She felt very warm, and slightly drunk with her feminine power. Desire was unfurling inside her, opening like a flower. Her breasts throbbed, and she rubbed them against his leg. He gave a strangled laugh, almost undone by her natural sensuality. Look a few inches to your right and tell me what you think.

He had to give it to nature, to the universe: it kicked ass.

You don't just... just float someone in the air like that! she shouted, so beside herself she was almost frenzied. Why? Is there some human law against it?

Hurry, Hector urged, and his voice changed as his power surged, his tone and cadence sliding into the rhythm that said he was seeing the future. Battle is in the air. I smell it. I can almost touch it. Death is coming Death is coming for us. With a click, the call disconnected.

A small village lay just over the farthest hill. When he had to feed, he went there. And when he left after feeding, the people he'd met, even those he'd fed upon, immediately forgot he'd been there at all. Every time he entered the village, the residents greeted him as a new visitor. That was his power, his curse, his salvation; no one remembered him.

She didn't want to handle him. She didn't want anything to do with him - this man with his cold, intense eyes and clipped speech, this stranger, this Yankee. He made her feel like a rabbit facing a cobra: terrified, but fascinated at the same time. He tried to hide his ruthlessness behind smooth, cosmopolitan manners, but Evie had no doubts about the real nature of the man. He wanted her. He intended to have her. And he wouldn't care if he destroyed her in the taking.

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The way we speak and the words we use have great power to discourage or to inspire.

Love is like a fire, he decided. You could try to control it, but it wasn't always possible. Sometimes the flames burned you and sometimes they just warmed you from the inside out.

Stay there," he rasped, "or I swear to God, you'll still have the imprint of my hand on your ass when you're ninety!" Joellen