The game has changed. We return to the old rules.
Some see fear, others hope. I see the freedom to be myself, to play by my own rules.
Please, let me explain the rules of the boat. Rule number one, it’s my boat. Rule number two, it is my boat. And if there remains any confusion about rules one and two, I offer rule number three, it’s my goddamn boat.
For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: hunt or be hunted.
Every rule has its exceptions.
Don’t talk. Think. It’s a good rule of thumb for life.[to Carl]
You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts.
You want to be Hand of the King? You want to rule? This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep.
You do not get to make up your own rules. Put on your big boy pants and face reality.
You can play by the rules and still have fun.
We are all subject to rules, Miss Crain, and if we fail to live by them, the consequences are severe.
To run a corporation is not the same as ruling a country.
