Quotes About Ownership

Blame is something that is shared and denied in equal measures.

There wasn't anything more, and the one good thing that was mine wasn't mine after all.

The Field isn't really much of a field, it's more like a property plot that someone never built on because they died or lost it in a divorce or something...

I thought Gudmund being taken away was the worst thing could ever happen to me, but it wasn't. The worst was finding out he was never really all mine in the first place. And so, for a moment, for a terrible, unbelievably shitty afternoon in a shitty little town on the shitty, freezing coast of Washington, I had nothing. There wasn't anything more, and the one good thing that was mine wasn't mine after all.

I turn back to the man. Back to Ben. He is mine, I think. If there is peace, he is mine. Mine to kill.

I look at the knife again, sitting there on the moss like a thing without properties, a thing made of metal as separate from a boy as can be, a thing which casts all blame from itself to the boy who uses it.

She ain't my girl, she's her own girl, she don't belong to anyone.

Copyright © 2012 by Kathryn Cramer

Copyright (C) 2012 by Elizabeth Bear

Copyright (C) 2012 by Charles Stross

Copyright © 2011 by Adam-Troy Castro

In some ways, Richard's argument about OxyContin mirrored the libertarian position of a firearms manufacturer who insists that he bears no responsibility for gun deaths. Guns don't kill people; people kill people.

break through the corporate veil so that they can name the owners.

Her father died in 1987, she pointed out, long before the introduction of OxyContin, and she and her siblings had agreed to sell their one-third stake in Purdue to her uncles soon thereafter. So, none of Arthur's heirs had profited from OxyContin, she insisted.

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

Good lord woman. If i had tits like yours I'd own half the world by now.

Chronicler froze. 'So you're saying I work for you?' 'I'm saying you belong to me.' Bast's face was deadly serious. 'Down to the marrow of your bones.

Dijiste «Me preguntaba qué podrías estar haciendo aquí».- Hizo un gesto displicente-. Desde ese momento fui tuya.

Did you know I never paid taxes before I came here? The Edema don't own property, as a rule." He gestured at the inn. "I never understood how galling it was. Some smug bastard with a ledger comes into town, makes you pay for the privilege of owning something.

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, holding the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

Pero tú no entras en el trato -dijo casi con fiereza-. Tú eres mío. Solo mío. No tengo intención de compartirte.

He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

Looking at it doesn't make me happy," Jax said. "No more than looking at my dinner makes me full. I want it. I want to have it for my own.

I never understood how galling it was. Some smug bastard with a ledger comes into town, makes you pay for the privilege of owning something.