Quotes About Power

The woman went to a table at the side and selected a ghoulish picture the size of a playing card. "How much?" "What you wish." I gave her some pesos, saying, "I'll come back." "This"—she tapped the picture—"will keep you safe.

desperation is often a rationale for exploitation

Part of the reason for police shakedowns

Here at Sudan the students humiliated their teachers,' she said. 'But in the high schools it was not unknown for students to beat their teachers to death.

Bombe atomique hier, bombe informatique aujourd'hui et, demain, bombe génétique?

Si inventer la substance, c'est indirectement inventer l'accident, plus l'invention est puissant, performante, et plus l'accident est dramatique.

Our life would be what we made of it--nothing more, nothing less.

The root of oppression is loss of memory

Wars of imperial conquest have not been solely or even mostly waged over the land and its resources, but they have been fought within the bodies, minds and hearts of the people of the earth for dominion over them.

And she remembered the tears that had come from some hidden river in her eyes. Had fallen on her hand, on her lap, on the knife. Silent, they had coursed, beyond her willing, beyond her power to start or stop.

Art is the writer not having control, but the subject having control of the writer.

What if she actually enjoyed her debasement?

Thus he would possess her as a god possesses his creatures, whom he lays hold of in the guise of a monster or a bird, of an invisible spirit or a state of ecstasy.

It's because it's easy for you to consent that I want from you what it will be impossible for you to consent to, even if you agree ahead of time, even if you say yes now and imagine yourself capable of submitting. You won't be able not to revolt. Your submission will be obtained in spite of you, not only for the inimitable pleasure that I and others will derive from it, but also so that you will be made aware of what has been done to you." O

Oh, how could she forget him! He was the hand that blindfolded her, the whip wielded by the valet Pierre, he was the chain above her head, the unknown man who came down on her, and all the voices which gave her orders were his voice.

But what a delight and comfort, this iron ring which pierces the flesh and weighs one down forever, this mark eternal, how peaceful and reassuring the hand of a master who lays you on a bed of rock, the love of a master who knows how to take what he loves ruthlessly, without pity.

O felt that he was watching her the way a lion trainer watches the animal he has trained, careful to see that it performs with complete obedience and thus does honor to him, but even more the way a prince's bodyguard or a bandit's second-in-command keeps an eye on the prostitute he has gone down to fetch in the street.

He would probably never want anything from her save her submission to his desire, as long as he continued to desire her.

The remark, for instance, that the only freedoms we really appreciate are those which cast others into an equivalent state of servitude.

On the contrary, they wanted to hear her scream; and the sooner the better. The pride she mustered to resist and remain silent did not long endure: they even heard her beg them to untie her, to stop for a second, just for a second.

All we ask you to do is submit to it, and, if you scream or moan, to agree ahead of time that it will be in vain

without leaving his armchair, without even touching her with his fingertips, he ordered her to kneel down in front of him, take him and caress his sex until he discharged in her mouth.

Thus, he had thrust his hands and sex into her, ransacked and ravaged her mouth and rear, but condescended only to place his lips upon her fingertips.

IT IS A FEARFUL THING TO FALL INTO THE HANDS OF THE LIVING GOD No