Quotes About Ownership

Most of my work is based in Hyderabad, so it makes sense that I own a house here. Another reason I want a home here is because I want to have my own kitchen so that I can cook, since I hate food from hotels.

I have always liked knives. Then somebody gave me one. Then somebody gave me another one. Then I liked having them and started buying them. I started finding ones I liked, ones with funky blades.

I've got one of four known Davy Crocket rifles. It's fantastic just to know it's one of the rifles that he actually used. His cousin had it.

I have my own label and I'm my first artist.

The big thing is I'm not with a major label. I've been independent since the get-go, and I've been very lucky to get some good advice on keeping hold of copyright and that kind of stuff.

I've always been independent with my music. I've always run my own music label.

Don't identify yourself with labels and brands and have to buy every cute thing you see. Invest in the things that will grow in equity.

It is proper to say that the Christian's primary purpose as a steward is to add to the estate of his Master and not to that of his own.

As I watched bookstores close, I began to wonder how that felt for the owners. Owning a bookstore was their dream and now they're struggling and seeing those dreams fall apart.

You're putting all your effort into pulling a rope and then blaming the other side for the blister.

You may be trying to claim the woman, his eyes said, but make no mistake, she and the fucking fireplace are mine.

And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her

I miss her. I don't know how to live without her. There is a hole inside me that nothing fills. If you don't find something to fill that hole, someone else will. And if someone else fills it, they own you. Forever. You'll never get yourself back.

Who's driving this motorcycle and who's in the bloody sidecar? I don't ride in the sidecar. I don't even own a pussy bike with a sidecar.

Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

He sees her like I do: at seventeen, twenty, thirty. Superimposed over the fourteen-year-old, he sees the woman she'll become. And he's staking claim. Over. my. Dead. Fucking. Body. And I can't die.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.

For fuck's sake, you vanished and I couldn't find you. Do you really think I'm going to let that happen again? If you believe nothing else, concede it will work for that reason alone. I don't lose things that are mine.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

If you control the cause you own the effect. If you don't, events will unfold like dominoes toppling and you will have no one to blame but yourself.

She'd had her way, and had the top--the third time--informing him he was her 'own private playground'.

And Barrons is Mac's as much as something like him is ever anyone's

You're mine, Jessica. Do you ken that? Mine.

Acts done by my body against my will are not my acts.