greedy

Sam, Edilio__ a good guy,_ Albert said, breaking in on Sam__ gloomy thoughts. __ut like I said, he__l tell the rest of them. Once the council knows, everyone knows. If everyone knows how desperate things are, what do you think will happen?__am smiled without humor. __bout half the people will be great. The other half will freak.___nd people will end up getting killed,_ Albert said. He cocked his head sideways, trying his best to look like the idea had just occurred to him. __nd who is going to end up kicking butts? Who will end up playing Daddy and then be resented and blamed and finally told to go away?___ou__e gained new skills,_ Sam said bitterly. __ou used to just be about working harder than anyone else and being ambitious. You__e learning how to manipulate people.__lbert__ mouth twitched and his eyes flashed angrily. __ou__e not the only one walking around with a big load of responsibility on your shoulders, Sam. You play the big mean daddy who won__ let anyone have any fun, and I play the greedy businessman who is just looking out for himself. But don__ be stupid: maybe I am greedy, but without me no one eats. Or drinks.

Accidents happen. I will, um . . . I will pay to have your house rebuilt." "And my barn?" a woman called out. Liam sighed. "Yes, and your barn, too." "And my golden carousel?" shouted another man. "Will you pay for that?" Liam raised an eyebrow. "The giant smashed your golden carousel?" "No," said the man. "I'd just like to have a golden carousel.

Some want more than they need, and others think they need more than they want. That's why we have so many greedy people who can't share with the poor.

Greed is a little bit more than enough.

A cause that only serves me is much like a door on the edge of a cliff, it doesn__ open to anywhere good.

No one as consistently, spectacularly, and admittedly greedy as Donald Trump could possibly give two poops about us. Absolutely impossible. I will go so far as to say that, if elected, Donald Trump would be the least likely President in the history of our nation to do anything for any of us that wouldn't also benefit him.

Beware of those who are always hungry, for they will feed you to the wolves just to get paid.

Don't compare the size of your roof with the size of the sky.

Some social ills are preserved by the common misbelief that things such as ignorance, greed, and stupidity do not have the stamina required to reach old age.

For their never-ending endeavours to obtain or retain wealth, countries desperately need companies, because they__nlike most human beings__ave the means of production, and human beings, because they__nlike all companies__ave the means of reproduction.

Greed is a contagious mental illness without which civilization as we know it would not have been possible.

Many obese people spend a significant amount of their energy on suppressing the urge to tell some of the people who are staring at them that they do not eat as much and as frequently as they seem to.

I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish_ You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.

The problem: If you've an antique for sale, then, sad to relate, the world isn't your oyster. It's not that easy. Even if somebody gives you the National Gallery, your options are still very, very limited. Okay, you can sell the Old Masters, set up a trust, buy your favorite brewery. But that's strictly it. You're limited by honesty on one hand and law - that hobble of sanity - on the other.

The only things I truly keep are those things that I give away.

As utterly irrational as it might seem, the greed within me has the most limited vision I can possibly imagine as it has eyes only for the few things it doesn__ have, and it is completely blind to all the many remarkable things that it does.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending of this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

Love in the service of self is greed in disguise.