Quotes About Power

The lesson was not lost on Kartane. To be Ringed was the severest form of control. If Daemon couldn't stand the pain, how could he? It became very important not to give Dorothea a reason to Ring him. That night, after Daemon had been allowed to rest a little, he was ordered to serve the witch he'd earlier refused. That night was the first time Daemon went cold.

It was equally clear, at least to her, that no one on the right side of sanity messed with Douglas Burke.

Earth. Air. Water. Fire. Light of the sun. Light of the moon. Dreams and will. That's what it takes.

But what would they have said to their Liaison? It's like this, Meg. We didn't like that Asia Crane, so we ate her.

HE HAS TEETH. SHE HAS A GUN.

A bunny trying to intimidate a Wolf? How ludicrous!

Gods above and below

If men could not control it or rule over it, a thing had no place in the world.

Words can cause as much damage as a fist. They can leave deep scars that never fully heal. And they can kill.

And if he looks to be a danger to Meg?" Simon snarled, revealing Wolf-size fangs. Fur sprang up on his chest and shoulders.

Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish.

Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish.

It is women who act as the gatekeeper in terms of the frequency of sex. For example, it is women, not men, who decide at what point in a relationship sexual intercourse will take place and that point is later than men typically want.

Repression speaks about sex better than any other form of discourse / or so the modern experts maintain. How do people / get power over one another? is an algebraic question

We are slaves to the gods. Whatever gods are.

Outside, the natural world was enjoying a moment of total strength.

In myth, women's boundaries are pliant, porous, mutable. Her power to control them is inadequate, her concern for them unreliable. Deformation attends her. She swells, she shrinks, she leaks, she is penetrated, she suffers metamorphoses. The women of mythology regularly lose their form in monstrosity.

He / thought of women. / What is it like to be a woman / listening in the dark? Black mantle of silence / stretches between them like geothermal pressure. / Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as / lava. She listens / to the blank space where / his consciousness is, moving towards her. Lava can / move as slow as / nine hours per inch. [...] She wonders if / he is listening too. The cruel thing is, she falls asleep / listening.

In ancient Greek you use the verb ????????, which comes over into Latin as rapio, rapper, raptus sum and gives us English rapture and rape—words stained with the very early blood of girls, with the very late blood of cities, with the hysteria of the end of the world.

You see the sun?—I built that.

Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as lava. She listens to the black space where his consciousness is, moving towards her.

It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun.

You know who I am. You know my naked power.

Rape is the story of Helen, Persephone, Norma Jeane, Troy. War is the context and God is a boy.