Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That’s how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.
Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power.
I don’t believe in fairy tales about chakras or energy or the power of belief. There is no such thing as spirit. We are made of matter and nothing more. We are just another tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe.
The only wealth in this world is children. More than all the money and power on earth.
The mirror’s power is the ultimate prize in a war fought by two mighty sides.
Power is when we have every justification to kill, and we don’t.
Never doubt a man fighting for the one thing as powerful as any god… love.
Do you know the oldest lie in America, Senator? It’s that power can be innocent.
Those with the greatest power… protect those without.
This country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.
There are many powers in this world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. And against some I have not yet been tested.
The men who crave power are best fitted to acquire it and least fitted to exercise it.