Power belongs to the people that take it. Nothing to do with their hard work, strong ambitions, or rightful qualifications, no. The actual will to take is often the only thing that’s necessary.
Two days ago I strangled a woman to death just with my hands. That’s a strange sensation. Something so tremendous done by something so simple. The first ten seconds were uncomfortable, a feeling of limbo, but then your muscles tense, and she struggles and fights, but it almost disappears in the background along with everything else in the world. At that moment it’s just you and absolute power, nothing else. That moment stayed with me. I thought I’d feel guilty for being a murderer, but I don’t. I feel wonder.
Silk tie, $6,000 suit. I mean, it sounds pathetic to say aloud, but… I actually care. And you know what? That’s why I’m a failure. My entire life, I’ve been an outsider, worried what other people think of me, how I can make them happy, because I needed their approval and their acceptance. But you never cared.[to Elliot]