Quotes About Power

I grew up in that world of power and politics in Washington, but when you grow up around it, you are completely unfazed by it.

Washington, D.C. is a city filled with people who believe they are important.

Washington is Hollywood for ugly people.

Now you have people in Washington who have no interest in the country at all. They're interested in their companies, their corporations grabbing Caspian oil.

I think the Clintons are brilliant. I've never met a person as intelligent as Bill, and I think Hillary is right up there with him. They're too smart for Washington.

It is hubris that has gotten us into trouble in Washington. It is humility, principled leadership, and unwavering faith in the power of the states, the people, and our Constitution that will get us out.

Washington has become this place that people don't leave. It has become this permanent feudal class.

The burnt odor in Washington is from the disintegrating authority of the governing classes.

Power tends to corrupt. But the power in Washington resides in Congress, if it wants to use it. It can do anything - it can stop the Vietnam War, it can make its will felt, if it can ever get its act together to do anything.

The first iron rule of American politics is Follow the Money. This explains, oh, about 80 percent of what goes on in Washington.

You bluffed him? A Porphyrian double ton of fire and brimstone, fangs like swords, claws like … like swords! And you just … bluffed him?

Honestly, I wish I could stay. For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.

It was astonishing how much meaning could be crammed into a single word. How did such words not crumble under their own weight?

was good to see a dragon's teeth. A dragon with his mouth closed was far more likely to be working up a flame. That seemed completely obvious.

We must show them we're superior and put them in their place. Dominate or be dominated.

It's not the stronger arm that prevails, but the stronger mind.

There's nothing 'just' about stories. Stories are the most real.

Part of getting over pain and hurt doesn't always mean we have to talk about it. Sometimes it is wiser to keep our thoughts to ourselves. We forget how powerful words can be.

At least today you've got your shade." "It's raining." He said it like it was my fault, like I'd done something to make it rain. Oh, to have such power. I'd turn him into a toad. "Exactly, so there's no sun, which is what you were complaining about the other day." "I like the sun." "I thought you wanted shade." "You have to have sun to have shade." Okay. This was going nowhere.

Gwen's neck swerves. "Wish he would step foot on this island. I'm old but I'll still cut a bitch. I know people—they old, too, but they got sons and daughters happy to start some shit.

Drugs," Estelle said. "Money and drugs, and that's the history of civilization.

Do you wonder, ever," said Ester quietly, "whether our own will alters anything? Or whether we're determined to be as we are by the very working of the world?

She goes where she pleases. She appears unhoped for, uncalled for. She moves through doors and walls and windows. Her thoughts move through minds. She enters dreams. She vanishes and is still there. She knows the future and sees through flesh. She is not afraid of anything.

Certain women in jail and prison make rules for everyone else, and the woman insisting on quiet was one of those. If you follow their rules, they make more rules. You have to fight people or you end up with nothing.