Quotes About Authority

I was scared. I had never been to the principal's office before.

the man was Mr. Klutz, the principal of

We had to walk a million hundred miles back to class in single file. Everybody was being really quiet. Nobody wanted to get in trouble with Mr. Klutz. I looked around for Mr. Granite, but I couldn't find him.

A.J.!" Miss Daisy said with her mean face. "Hold your tongue!" "Okay." So I stuck out my tongue and held onto it. Everybody laughed. Well, everybody but Emily and Miss Daisy.

Do you have a dungeon down in the basement where you put the bad kids?" I asked. "Actually, the dungeon is on the third floor," Principal Klutz replied. Nobody laughed this time. He quickly told us that he was just making a joke and that he didn't even have a dungeon at all. Principal Klutz must have felt bad that we didn't think his joke was funny, because he invited us all up to the front of the room to touch his bald head. We did, and that

DR. CARBLES?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I always thought you had to go to principal

I tell my board as little as possible," he says. "I treat them like mushrooms, I keep them in the dark and feed them shit. I don't want them meddling in my business and telling me what to do.

The company," he says, "doesn't need a reason to fire you. The company can do whatever it wants." A week later, on September 2, the Tuesday after the Labor Day weekend, Trotsky forwards me an email that Cranium has sent around to everyone in the marketing department. We're

everyone tells you what's good for you. they don't want you to find your own answers. they want you to believe theirs.

Unless someone truly has the power to say no, they never truly have the power to say yes

I do have a political agenda. It's to have as few regulations as possible.

The thing is, if you control the Senate meetings, you control the gavel. And the gavel is a very important instrument... an instrument of power. An instrument that establishes the agenda.

It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.

Let's get something straight right now. I don't want or need you involved in this investigation. Am I clear?

Just so you know, the only thing keeping this dog from tearing you to pieces is me, so I suggest you stand still, very still, and tell me what I want to know.

He glanced at his admiral, that man so far removed from his own lowly rank that he might have been a god, and found Sir Graham smiling at him. The admiral winked. "Cheer up, Mr. Marshall, I have not even begun to work you yet!

He raised his head, his gaze soft and tender. "Relax, my sweet. I'll never hurt you. Trust me on that." Relax. It was a command, and dazedly, it came to her that he was a man who was well used to issuing them. A dangerous man . . . a man of power, a man of authority.

Are you a politician? I hate politicians, he said. And, in any case, there's no such thing anymore: only sycophants and dissidents.

Schoomaker's reorganization went beyond the line-and-block charts. He demanded, and got, authority to re-equip the force wholesale. In SOF, the leadership has long enjoyed independent procurement authority not tied to the slow, cumbersome acquisition laws that often make it hard to get a new tank or even a new pistol in less than a decade. Schoomaker asked for similar authority for the conventional forces. He got most of what he asked for.

Having one person tell other people what to do is not a reliable way to make good decisions.

Stott believed that the key to policing riots was to essentially stop policing riots.

Increasing people's sense of power—that is, tweaking a situation to make them feel more invulnerable—dramatically diminished their willingness to cooperate.

All men would be tyrants if they could.

It is better to have a lion at the head of an army of sheep than a sheep at the head of an army of lions.