ownership

Can anything be so elegant as to have few wants and to serve them one's self?

He who wants a rose must respect the thorn.

You can own an elephant or a bank or power thereof but if there's no personal breast bliss all you own is a lot of dead atoms and ideas.

The best compliment someone can give me is stealing my idea and making it their own.

Nobody ever washes a rental car.

I have gathered a posy of other men's flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.

They had long ago found out that one could not be an owner unless one were cold.

Everything God has given to us is __or rent._ We can only manage what we have but the right of ownership belongs to God.

In my mind, I could sense their roots under the soil, creeping in helical tangles of ever-increasing complexity outward and in all directions__ut beyond the perimeter of the Helsingør Wood, out below Yami__ Under City, out along the banks of the river, out to the nearest coast and thereupon out into the sea; the roots crept down further along the continental shelf, downward into the abysses, downward into the ocean floor, burrowing under the corals and under trenches, and then back up again to sprout in the darkened forest on a foreign continent: all the trees of the world now had conjoined roots, for they were now of one conjoined consciousness!

Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it is intolerable.

I learned that you can't truly own anything, that true ownership comes only in the moment of giving.

We buy things. We wear them or put them on our walls, or sit on them, but anyone who wants to can take them away from us. Or break them....Long after he's dead, someone else will own those stupid little boxes, and then someone after him, just as someone owned them before he did. But no one ever thinks of that: objects survive us and go on living. It's stupid to believe we own them. And it's sinful for them to be so important.

God is not against you owning things, but he is against the things owning you.

They sell crap to buy you.

For most of human history people owned other people. Then, only a hundred and fifty years ago, our ancestors figured out that was a bad idea. One day we__l figure out, or our descendants will figure out, that people owning land they don__ live on or work is a bad idea too.

You may have bought my body, you may even have the papers to prove it, but don't fool yourself into thinking for a moment that my heart and mind were included in the purchase.

...A vision from a universe where the Equal Rights Amendment--with its redefinition of personhood--is rejected by the house of deputies: A universe where to die is to become property and to be created outwith a gift of parental DNA is to be doomed to slavery.