I’ve always said that power is more important than money. But when it comes to elections, money gives power… well, a run for its money.
From the lion’s den to a pack of wolves. When you’re fresh meat, kill and throw them something fresher.
You have to respect your own mortality.
You can’t turn a ‘no’ to a ‘yes’ without a ‘maybe’ in between.
You can’t love the people you kill.
When they bury me, it won’t be in my backyard. And when they come to pay their respects, they’ll have to wait in line.
What a martyr craves more than anything is a sword to fall on. So, you sharpen the blade, hold it at just the right angle.
There is no solace above or below. Only us. Small, solitary, striving, battling one another. I pray to myself, for myself.
The road to power is paved with hypocrisy, and casualties. Never regret.
The only thing more satisfying than convincing someone to do what I want, is failing to persuade them on purpose. It’s like a “Do Not Enter” sign, it just begs you to walk through the door.
Such a pity how much ruthless pragmatism gets weighed down by family values.
Power is a lot like real estate. It’s all about location, location, location. The closer you are to the source, the higher your property value.
