Quotes About Power

Poetry: Language against which we have no defences.

We have the same strange idea in work as we do in love: that we will engender love, loyalty, and admiration in others by exhibiting a great sense of power and competency. We are surprised to find that we garner fear and respect but forgo the other, more intimate magic. Real, undying loyalty in work can never be legislated or coerced; it is based on a courageous vulnerability that invites others by our example to a frontier conversation whose outcome is yet in doubt.

Our destiny is fated not only by great powers beyond our beckoning horizon but by the very way we shape and hold the everyday conversations of a familiar life.

David has won everything he coveted and lost everything he cared for. This snapshot of agony sums up for generations the price of power, the intersection of family and public life, the way in which we injure ourselves and are then staggered by the pain.

I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet. None of us would leave the house unless a Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider said it was okay

He made the engine growl and told the headlights to fuck the night.

They didn't have witch hunts because they believed in witches. They believed in witches so they could have witch hunts.

It is believed that during the coronation of a new Pharaoh, he would be required to masturbate in front of the crowd, to demonstrate that he himself possessed the fertility powers of Min. If you have watched a State of the Union address, you will find that the ritual has not changed much.

She burst into snakes.

John's old Caddie had a huge engine that would qualify as a human rights violation if built today. It roared down the road, chugging gas and farting a blue cloud of dinosaur souls.

What is it with rich people thinking they can starve the poor into good behavior?

War is about remaking the world to suit the whims of some powerful group over the whims of some other powerful group. The dead are just the sparks that fly from the metal as they grind it down.

No, war is never about killing the enemy. War is about remaking the world to suit the whims of some powerful group over the whims of some other powerful group. The dead are just the sparks that fly from the metal as they grind it down.

I don't know how they catch the birds. I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet. None of us would leave the house unless a Goliath Fucking Flying Bird-Eating Spider said it was okay.

He buckled his seat belt, which he always did because he never knew when he would need to ramp something. He made the engine growl and told the headlights to fuck the night.

the jet stream undulating over us like an angry snake god.

Inside they'd have found the aforementioned shotgun (a custom-made triple-barrel sawed-off), two hundred shells, Dave's blood-splattered chainsaw, the green mystery box taken from Dave's shed, a bag of Dave's clothes, a bottle of Grey Goose, a bad black velvet painting of Jesus and a fucking flamethrower.

Jesús no comenzó a predicar el reino de los cielos hasta después de haber recibido la plenitud del Espíritu Santo. Solo entonces pudo llevar a cabo su ministerio en tres años y medio con gran poder y autoridad. Al darnos cuenta de esto, ¿cómo nos atrevemos a pensar que nosotros seríamos capaces de realizar la obra de Dios solo con poder y sabiduría humanos?

El descuido con respecto al Espíritu Santo es lo que hace que el evangelio, que es poderoso, se convierta en una noticia tan vieja como las antigüedades de un museo.

We walk the brink of racial suicide because we were smart enough to make atomic bombs and stupid enough to use them.

A man lusts to become a god…and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?

That which is made with words, with words can be unmade.

In my most recent novel, The Eros Project, I have called this age–old habit of people of making war and preying upon each other simply the War. This use is close to what Hobbes identified as the war of all against all, which he thought to be the natural state of man.

White politicians claimed there had been massive voter fraud. They demanded that the election results be invalidated.