Quotes About Power

people wandering the streets with their heads shot off by money.

The feeling that he was afraid of me was invigorating.

The road we were lost on cut straight through the middle of the world. It was still daytime, but the sun had no more power than an ornament or a sponge.

God, what is going on? Why are You leaving me with the one man who has the power to break me?

It was Lord of the Flies without table manners.

Self-pity makes tyrants, it's the defining characteristic of brutal regimes

Do you honestly think Lenin is any different from J.P. Morgan? That you, if you were given absolute power, would behave any differently? Do you know the primary difference between men and gods?...Gods don't think they can become men.

L.A. burns, and so many other cities smolder, waiting for the hose that will flood gasoline over the coals, and we listen to politicians who fuel our hate and our narrow views and tell us it's simply a matter of getting back to basics while they sit in their beachfront properties and listen to the surf so they won't have to hear the screams of the drowning.

This was the photograph, I knew, that had already burned its way into my dreams and my shadows, into that part of my mind that I have no control over. Its image would reappear in all its wanton cruelty for the rest of my life, particularly when I was least prepared for it.

He used it on the next guard, the one in front of the fence. He disarmed him, a kid, a baby, really, and the guard said, 'You going to kill me?' 'Jesus, kid, no,' Teddy said and snapped the butt of the rifle into the kid's temple.

Race don't come into it. They keep us fighting among ourselves like dogs for table scraps so we won't catch them making off with the feast.

This terrible smallness of men was bigger than him, bigger than anything.

he'd never believed that power, in any shape or form, was anything more than the intemperate protrusion on the egomaniacal heart. Since all egomaniacs were insecure to their frightened cores, they this weilded power barbarically so the world would not find them out

He had a punch like a bag full of cue balls.

In his time on earth, he'd learned one truth above all else when it came to power—those who lost it usually didn't see it vanishing until it was already gone.

What they didn't tell you about absolute power was that it was never absolute; the instant you had it, someone had already lined up to try to take it away. Princes could sleep soundly, but never kings. The ear was always tuned for the creak on the

L.A. burns, and so many other cities smolder, waiting for the hose that will flood gasoline over the coals, and we listen to politicians who fuel our hate and our narrow views and tell us it's simply a matter of getting back to basics while they sit in their beachfront properties and listen to the surf so they won't have to hear the screams of the drowning.

Por supuesto. —Echó un trago—. El mundo es violento, Patrick. La gente disfruta matando. Porque… —Les da poder —dijo Oscar. —Exactamente —reconoció Devin—. Tiene que haber algo en ello que te hace sentir la hostia de bien. Todo ese poder… —Se encogió de hombros—. Pero ¿para qué te explicamos esto si tú ya lo sabes?

She could feel the power dynamic shifting and she knew from the housing projects and the ride-alongs and the long nights in Haiti that when power shifted it stayed shifted unless you grabbed it back immediately.

Power, most power anyway, was the fly that called itself a hawk. It could only govern those who agreed to call it a hawk instead of a fly, a tiger instead of a cat, a king instead of a man.

They keep us fighting among ourselves like dogs for table scraps so we won't catch them making off with the feast.

Power—most power anyway, certainly Vidalia's brand of it—was the fly that called itself a hawk. It could only govern those who agreed to call it a hawk instead of a fly, a tiger instead of a cat, a king instead of a man.

they had become the people her parents worked for. But they were better versions. And her parents, hungry as they were, would have expected no less. You couldn't fight the Haves. The only thing you could do was become them to such a degree that they came to you for what they had not.

he would never, ever, get in the ocean again.... He could feel the age of it, more ancient than gods and prouder of its body count.