My mother just posted an article questioning what America would do if it were in Israel’s position and I’ve never facepalmed so hard in my life.
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
Quinn: But, there's nothing watching over us? Nothing keeping track?
Daria: Well, there's the IRS and those guys with the black helicopters.
The [king] does not forget to warn the tyrant that he can never win. He may rise to eminence through ambition or the call of duty, but the more absolute his power, the more he is hated, and the more he is prisoner of his own trap. The web catches the spider. He cannot wander at leisure in the streets and parks of his own capital, or sit on a lonely beach listening to the waves and watching the gulls. Through enslaving others he himself becomes the most miserable of slaves.