Pablo Escobar Quotes

Life is full of surprises, some good, some not so good.

All empires are created of blood and fire.

There are two hundred million idiots, manipulated by a million intelligent men.

Everyone has a price, the important thing is to find out what it is.

I can replace things, but I could never replace my wife and kids.

Sometimes I feel like God…when I order someone killed – they die the same day.

I prefer to be in the grave in Colombia than in a jail cell in the United States.

There can only be one king.

The men of always aren't interested in the children of never.

Vivá Colombia! We have just killed Pablo Escobar!

General Maza, the survivor of two grotesque assassination attempts, put it bluntly: 'This country won't be put right as long as Escobar is alive.

In recent years, some of the biggest new drug kingpins can't be successfully prosecuted. The Pablo Escobars of today are coming out of China, and they don't have to worry about being imprisoned by their government. They can operate free and in the clear, within the boundaries of their country's own laws. Whenever a deadly new drug is made illegal in China, manufacturers simply tweak its chemical structure and start producing a new drug that is still legal. Many fentanyl analogues and cannabinoids have been made this way.

I thought again about Pablo Escobar cutting off people's tongues. It made sense to stop speaking, to say only what was necessary and nothing beyond. It was a way to survive.

What song could Pablo Escobar possibly sing in the shower?

—Se nos va a venir el mundo encima pero hagámosle. A ese no se la rebajo —les dijo mi padre a sus hombres cuando el complot para matar a Lara estaba listo.

My fingers were so coated with icing sugar it looked like I’d gone on a cocaine bender with Pablo Escobar.

he tenido que huir desde antes de nacer y desde que tengo memoria; desde que era niño me han tratado como si hubiese sido el mismísimo autor de la totalidad de los crímenes de mi padre.

Niños que tenían dos altares en su casa: en uno le rezaban a Pablo Escobar para que les siguiera dando trabajo y en otro a la Virgen de la Milagrosa para que les afinara la puntería. Ambos eran muy efectivos.

Kelvin laughed. “He must do that for old times’ sake. Damn. So you caught between a wannabe Pablo Escobar chopping motherfuckers up and putting them in grease buckets and a redneck Walter White. When you fuck up you do it right.

Pablo Escobar fue un hampón de la calle y murió en su ley. Uribe es un hampón de la política y vive protegido en el palacio de Nariño. Este hombrecito artero llegó al poder engañando, prometiéndole mano firme a un pobre país que se hundía en el más absoluto estado de indefensión, a merced de sus criminales. Ya saben lo que fue la mano firme: la mano tendida a los secuestradores, asesinos y genocidas paramilitares, la mano traidora que les ha estado extendiendo el remilgado estado a las FARC.

Then he offered the colonel $6 million, a bribe from Pablo Escobar to call off the hunt. Better yet, the officer explained, “Continue the work, but do not do yourself or Pablo Escobar any real damage.” Pablo also wanted a list of any snitches inside his own organization. Sometimes the fate of an entire nation can hinge on the integrity of one man.

Compromised: Clinton, Bush and the CIA.

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—Me da pena por usted, pero yo no hago negocios lícitos.

Reagan’s Drugs Czar, Carlton Turner, said that kids deserved to die as a punishment for smoking poisoned weed, to teach them a lesson. Two years later, he called for the death penalty for all drug users. On

GCHQ has traveled a long and winding road. That road stretches from the wooden huts of Bletchley Park, past the domes and dishes of the Cold War, and on towards what some suggest will be the omniscient state of the Brave New World. As we look to the future, the docile and passive state described by Aldous Huxley in his Brave New World is perhaps more appropriate analogy than the strictly totalitarian predictions offered by George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four. Bizarrely, many British citizens are quite content in this new climate of hyper-surveillance, since its their own lifestyle choices that helped to create 'wired world' - or even wish for it, for as we have seen, the new torrents of data have been been a source of endless trouble for the overstretched secret agencies. As Ken Macdonald rightly points out, the real drives of our wired world have been private companies looking for growth, and private individuals in search of luxury and convenience at the click of a mouse. The sigint agencies have merely been handed the impossible task of making an interconnected society perfectly secure and risk-free, against the background of a globalized world that presents many unprecedented threats, and now has a few boundaries or borders to protect us. Who, then, is to blame for the rapid intensification of electronic surveillance? Instinctively, many might reply Osama bin Laden, or perhaps Pablo Escobar. Others might respond that governments have used these villains as a convenient excuse to extend state control. At first glance, the massive growth of security, which includes includes not only eavesdropping but also biometric monitoring, face recognition, universal fingerprinting and the gathering of DNA, looks like a sad response to new kinds of miscreants. However, the sad reality is that the Brave New World that looms ahead of us is ultimately a reflection of ourselves. It is driven by technologies such as text messaging and customer loyalty cards that are free to accept or reject as we choose. The public debate on surveillance is often cast in terms of a trade-off between security and privacy. The truth is that luxury and convenience have been pre-eminent themes in the last decade, and we have given them a much higher priority than either security or privacy. We have all been embraced the world of surveillance with remarkable eagerness, surfing the Internet in a global search for a better bargain, better friends, even a better partner. GCHQ vast new circular headquarters is sometimes represented as a 'ring of power', exercising unparalleled levels of surveillance over citizens at home and abroad, collecting every email, every telephone and every instance of internet acces. It has even been asserted that GCHQ is engaged in nothing short of 'algorithmic warfare' as part of a battle for control of global communications. By contrast, the occupants of 'Celtenham's Doughnut' claim that in reality they are increasingly weak, having been left behind by the unstoppable electronic communications that they cannot hope to listen to, still less analyse or make sense of. In fact, the frightening truth is that no one is in control. No person, no intelligence agency and no government is steering the accelerating electronic processes that may eventually enslave us. Most of the devices that cause us to leave a continual digital trail of everything we think or do were not devised by the state, but are merely symptoms of modernity. GCHQ is simply a vast mirror, and it reflects the spirit of the age.

Being good or evil in Colombia depended upon the perspective of who was viewing it.

—Cuando muera, lo único que quiero es que me sepulten aquí y siembren una ceiba encima. Ah, y no quiero que vengan a visitarme nunca, porque el cuerpo es una herramienta que nos dan para estar en la tierra.

No conocí el rancho Neverland de Michael Jackson en Estados Unidos, pero creo que Nápoles tenía poco que envidiarle, pues allí todo era aventura, desde que uno llegaba hasta que se iba.

—Grégory, un día decidí poner a prueba mis miedos y lo mejor era entrar a medianoche en el cementerio para sacar una calavera de una tumba. Nadie me espantó ni me pasó nada. Después de limpiarla, la pinté y la dejé sobre mi escritorio como pisapapeles —contó un día mi padre. Mi

—Me da pena por usted, pero yo no hago negocios lícitos. Un

que uno de sus principales contactos dentro de Estados Unidos para vender la droga era el conocido cantante Frank Sinatra.

el destino es un juego incierto, para la vida de todos, sin excepción.

Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria, el hombre que puso a finales de los ochenta y principio de los noventa la institucionalidad del Estado colombiano contra la pared, asesinando sin contemplación a todo aquel que se le opusiera, se definió en su juventud como un ciudadano de izquierda. No hay duda de que en este sentido fue coherente con su posición, pues un hombre que venía de abajo, que vivió en carne propia la desigualdad enorme que divide profundamente a un 80% de los colombianos que no tiene nada y un 20% que lo tiene todo, no tenía razones para defender a esa minoría privilegiada que había dirigido los destinos del país desde mucho antes de la independencia.

Less Mary Poppins’ bag, then, and more Pablo Escobar,” I mutter.

If he is willing to hide an illegal rhinoceros there is no question he would hide cocaine anywhere.

On December 3 the New York Times announced the death of Pablo Escobar on the front page. “Pablo Escobar, who rose from the slums of Colombia to become one of the world’s most murderous and successful cocaine traffickers, was killed in a hail of gunfire… . “The death is not expected to seriously affect cocaine traffic.

Looking back over our shoulders, the Cathedral looked so big, so strong, like from some movie.

The Chinese expected the white man to pay more for his burden because the British, the Pablo Escobar of imperialists, had forced them to buy opium from India in 1850 and had stolen Hong Kong.

Es que Dios, como Pablo Escobar no mata por mano propia, Él no se ensucia: para eso tiene sus sicarios.

¡Pablo Escobar! Aún se deben estar riendo, si es que se acuerdan de mi respuesta. —Argelia, Albert Camus —dije.

si el perro guardián muerde a todos por igual, es un buen perro”.

»[...] El solo hecho de nombrarlo produce todo tipo de reacciones encontradas, desde una explosiva alegría hasta un profundo temor, desde una gran admiración hasta un cauteloso desprecio. Para nadie, sin embargo, el nombre de Pablo Escobar es indiferente.»

Explicación dada a una pregunta no formulada es confesión anticipada…

Diamante. Esmeralda. Con los nombres de estas dos piedras preciosas, mi padre y Gustavo identificaron sus cargamentos de cocaína. Un sello con la imagen de esas gemas era impreso en cada paquete de un kilo.

Levi Cargill is a trust-fund frat-boy who likes to pretend he’s Pablo Escobar.

I'm sometimes accused of drug trafficking. It's an activity that for the time being, historically, shall we say has been declared illegal. It's illegal at the moment, but in the long run and in the future, we're going to show that it will head for legalization.

Sometimes bad reputations can overshadow good people. Pablo Escobar, Al Capone, Ted Bundy etc. Everyone knows these people, but we don't even know the names of the police who caught them.

Cuando el llamado Divo de Juárez estaba en uno de sus mejores momentos lo contrataron para una fiesta de Don Neto. Una muy especial. Eran los tiempos cuando en todas partes sonaba su canción “Querida”, una de las más populares en su historia discográfica. “Querida, cada momento de mi vida, yo pienso en ti más cada día, mira mi soledad…” La fiesta fue en el rancho La Herradura ubicado por la carretera que conduce al Aeropuerto Internacional de Guadalajara, en el pueblo de Atequiza. El invitado de honor de Don Neto era el tristemente célebre colombiano Pablo Escobar. Uno de los acompañantes de Escobar que tenía la confianza para jugarle bromas pesadas se acercó a Juan Gabriel y le ofreció un millón de dólares si le daba un beso al capo colombiano. —No, me va a matar —respondió temeroso el Divo. —No te mata. —No me vas a dar el dinero. —Sí te lo doy. El cantante, seguramente más por intimidación que por dinero, fue y sorpresivamente le plantó un beso en los labios a Escobar. Lira vio la escena con los ojos abiertos como plato, estupefacto. Instantáneamente Escobar sacó su pistola, Don Neto también. El compañero de Escobar se levantó de inmediato y le explicó que era una broma orquestada por él. Don Neto soltó la carcajada, a Escobar no le causó ninguna gracia, pero tuvo que aguantar y también rio para no sentirse más ridículo. Juan Gabriel ya no continuó el show y se esfumó antes de que Escobar cambiara de opinión.

I remembered Cassandra said that when Pablo Escobar found out someone had betrayed him, he sliced the person’s throat and pulled the tongue out and left it hanging out the slit. I got the pressing desire to touch my tongue then, squeeze it in between my fingers. I wondered what not having a tongue would be like. You would probably forget you didn’t have a tongue, and would try to move the red, lean muscle, but there would be nothing to move. Just the empty dark hall of your mouth. You would be alone with your thoughts.

hate to say this but you could become the Pablo Escobar of the new millennium.

When you go back to Pablo Ecobar, this guy blew up a passenger plane, police headquarters, funded guerrillas to kill Supreme Court justices, and had the number one Colombian presidential candidate assassinated. Now there is no organization in Colombia that can go toe-to-toe with the government, that can threaten the national security of Colombia. In each successive generation of traffickers there has been a dilution of their power. “Pablo Escobar lasted fifteen years. The average kingpin here now lasts fifteen months. If you are named as a kingpin here, you are gone. The government of Colombia and the government of the United States will not allow a trafficker to exist long enough to become a viable threat.” In this analysis, drug enforcement can be seen as a giant hammer that keeps on falling. Any gangster that gets too big gets smashed by the hammer. This is known as cartel decapitation, taking out the heads of the gang. The villains are kept in check. But the drug trade does go on, and so does the war.

Escobar had drawn particular attention to himself by his terrorist tactics—he even bombed an airliner, killing 110 passengers, as pressure to stop his being extradited to the United States. His brutal violence against rivals also created so many enemies that victims formed a paramilitary group to get him. A curious alliance was formed of Colombian police, soldiers, and criminals, and American spies, drug agents, and troops, all after the big guy. Escobar was just waiting to die. Colombian police finally caught up with him in a residential Medellín house, shot him dead, and posed smiling with his corpse. Drug warriors learned a new modus operandi—sometimes it is better to forget about an arrest and go for the clean kill.

To my father, who showed me what path not to take.