Quotes About Power

Are you familiar with the strategic concept of competitive control areas?" Ash asked. "Yes," Stets said.

Perhaps he has been too long in the pay and the company of those who order the wider world. Those whose mills grind increasingly fine, toward some unimaginable omega-point of pure information, some prodigy perpetually on the brink of arrival. Which he senses somehow will never now arrive, or not in the form his career's employers have imagined.

terror should remain the sole prerogative of the state.

Power, in Case's world, meant corporate power. The zaibatsus, the multinationals that shaped the course of human history, had transcended old barriers. Viewed as organisms, they had attained a kind of immortality. You couldn't kill a zaibatsu by assassinating a dozen key executives; there were others waiting to step up the ladder, assume the vacated position, access the vast banks of corporate memory.

His role in the trials over, he was unwanted in Washington. In an M Street restaurant, over asparagus crepes, the aide explained the terminal dangers involved in talking to the wrong people. Corto crushed the man's larynx with the rigid fingers of his right hand. The Congressional aide strangled, his face in an asparagus crepe, and Corto stepped out into cool Washington September.

Guys, I'm gonna pretend like all of you are incapacitated or unconscious. And if none of you makes a move, I'll be leaving you to your own resources. Otherwise, this drone's detonating its onboard explosives. As the only one of us who's not physically present, I've got zero fucks to give about how that goes. Your call. [Conner]

money, more than birth. Information. Very

How could she have imagined that it would be possible to live, to move, in the unnatural field of Virek's wealth without suffering distortion? Virek had taken her up, in all her misery, and had rotated her through the monstrous, invisible stresses of his money, and she had been changed.

it involved the idea that people who were genuinely dangerous might not need to exhibit the fact at all, and that the ability to conceal a threat made them even more dangerous.

For thousands of years men dreamed of pacts with demons. Only now are such things possible. And what would you be paid with? What would your price be, for aiding this thing to free itself and grow?

UN's got deep roots in the demonology.

This is without subtlety," he said, as if to himself. His voice was cool and pleasant. His every move was part of a dance, a dance that never ended, even when his body was still, at rest, but for all the power it suggested, there was also a humility, an open simplicity.

He's quite horrible, Virek, I think . . ." Marly hesitated. "Quite likely," Andrea said, taking another sip of coffee. "Do you expect anyone that wealthy to be a nice, normal sort?" "I felt, at one point, that he wasn't quite human. Felt that very strongly.

Hubertus Bigend, a nominal Belgian who looks like Tom Cruise on a diet of virgins' blood and truffled chocolates.

Getting Heidi the last-minute appointment had required epic stylist-suckery, but Hollis was a firm believer in the therapeutic power of the right haircut.

The machine, the structure, was there, was real. Virek's money was a sort of universal solvent, dissolving barriers to his will . . .

ha visto lo que Laney puede hacer con los datos, y lo que éstos a su vez pueden hacer con él. No desea verlo otra vez

Every AI ever built has an electromagnetic shotgun wired to its forehead.' Case

If God made anything better, he kept it for himself.

it's somehow gone sideways in a puff of what we today would call globalization, to be replaced by some less dangerous combine of large corporations and city-states.

está cambiando las cosas. Redistribuye el poder a su conveniencia. Información. Poder. Datos duros y puros. Pon la cantidad suficiente en manos de un solo hombre y...

Más que la tierra o el dinero, más que la cuna. Información. Eso es lo que importa.

The sound it made was like a world ending, like the wires that hold heaven snapping and coiling across the sky

His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.