Quotes About Authority

Dolph didn't ask for your opinion unless he was prepared to act upon it. He was a good boss.

Bet I can blow a hole in your chest before you can crush my leg. You wouldn't dare. Why not? I asked. A touch of fear flowed through his eyes. I am the human servant of a council member. Not impressed, I said. Try door number two.

To obey my queen in all things." His voice was like his skin, dark. It made me think of molasses and other thick, sweet things. A voice so deep it could hit notes low enough to make my spine shiver.

He gave a little chuckle, but his eyes stayed wary and he did another glance around at all the men. His gaze came back to me and he showed me those suspicious cop eyes that said clearly I was full of shit and he didn't believe me. Didn't believe what, you might ask? He was a ten-year-plus veteran police officer; he didn't believe a damn thing that anyone told him.

Lead me, really lead me, or get the hell out of my way! -Anita Blake

It has been my experience that if you have the responsibility of leadership, you might as well have the jewelry to go with it.

He'd let his anger take him to a place that his ass might have trouble getting out of, or maybe I just didn't understand the normal branch of the service whose badge I carried. She put her elbows on the arms of her chair, her hands like a double fist in front of her lips. "Second, get the fuck off my desk." Oh, I did understand the normal branch of the service. It worked just like all the others.

If I walked into the police station with Tweedle-Punk and Tweedle Slut, it was going to raise the cop's antennae.

It wasn't hard to spot Dolph. Pete McKinnon was standing with them. It was like walking towards two small mountains. Dolph

Shaw mi squadrò da capo a piedi. "Davvero sei tanto brava a uccidere?" "Cerco di essere un bravo sbirro, cerco di essere un bravo soldatino e di obbedire agli ordini, fino a un certo punto. Alla fine però non sono un vero sbirro né un vero soldato. Sono un'assassina legalmente autorizzata. Sono la Sterminatrice.

I've got to go." He hung up suddenly as if afraid of being caught. His mom had probably come into the room. The Zeemans had four sons and a daughter. The sons were all six feet or above. The daughter was five nine. They were all over twenty-one. And they were all scared of their mother. Not literally scared, but Charlotte Zeeman wore the pants in the family. One family dinner and I knew that. I

Edward knelt by us, pulling the silver hood off the fire suit. He grinned at me. "Whose the biggest, baddest motherfucking necromancer?" I smiled at him, and said, "This girl." "Damn straight," he said.

Breeding. It takes real breeding to make a person feel like shit with one word.

he became King of Portugal, King of Naples, King of Sicily, the Duke of Milan

Both treaties assumed that the Catholic Church had the final say over the matter

Charismatic leaders rely primarily on the power of their own personalities to justify their office. They don't fit well into bureaucratic structures and project an almost 'missionary

Principal Principal: Where's your late pass, mister? Errant Student: I'm on my way to get one now. PP: But you can't be in the hall without a pass. ES: I know, I'm so upset. That's why I need to hurry, so I can get a pass. Principal Principal pauses with a look on his face like Daffy Duck's when Bugs is pulling a fast one. PP: Well, hurry up, then, and get that pass.

Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses....

I'm not wearing this! I shouted. Wear it or die, Mom shouted back.

I just do what I'm told. If I felt like talking, I would explain that she couldn't pay me enough to play on her basketball team. All that running? Sweating? Getting knocked around by genetic mutants? I don't think so.

Life was a battle, and Mother a tired and bitter captain

I have to go. Boss has this weird idea that I should actually work while he's paying me.

What if a king made bad laws; laws so unnatural that a country broke them by declaring its freedom?" He threw his arms in the air. "Now you are spouting nonsense. Two slaves running away from their rightful master is not the same as America wanting to be free of England. Not the same at all." "How is it then that the British offer freedom to escaped slaves, but the Patriots don't?

Does being forced to sit in time-out ever make little kids stop putting cats in the dishwasher or drawing on white walls with purple marker? Of course not. It teaches them to be sneaky and guarantees that when they get to high school they'll love detention because it's a great place to sleep.