Quotes About Rebellion

wear a hat and some old lady shoes, and you can do whatever you want.

There's nothing like getting in trouble to make you feel young.

Everybody likes outlaws. Everybody wants to look at them, like they are in the zoo.

Really, sometimes she just wanted to round up all the Emerson parents in the gymnasium, line them up single file, and then go down the line, one by one, smacking each of them upside the head and yelling, "What the hell is the matter with you?

She stubbed out the butt on her clipboard, one marked by a variety of small black burn spots, and flicked it away heedlessly—beaning her production assistant in the side of the head in the process.

Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.

Those girls are on the road to trouble," I heard an older woman say about us one night, as we were staggering down the street drunk—and that woman was absolutely right. What she didn't understand, though, is that trouble is what we wanted. Oh, our youthful needs! Oh, the deliciously blinding yearnings of the young—which inevitably take us right to the edges of cliffs, or trap us in cul-de-sacs of our design.

For better or for worse, my dad taught me that the best place to pitch a tent will always be the spot marked NO CAMPING.

writers like Jack Kerouac (who called himself an urban Thoreau) set forth to redefine and rediscover ways to live in America without slogging through what Kerouac called the endless system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume...

If you don't have a clear passion and somebody blithely tells you to go follow your passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger.

If you don't have a clear passion and someone blithely tells you to go follow your passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger.

I tell you, Becker, Henry said, if you make me eat mutton one more night this week, I will have someone shot. He doesn't really have people shot, Alma reassured Mr. Pike, under her breath. I had figured that, her guest whispered back, or else I would be dead already.

I wish somebody had told them all to go fill up a bunch of pages with blah-blah-blah and just publish it, for heaven's sake, and ignore the outcome.

The world ain't straight. You grow up thinking things are a certain way. You think there are rules. You think there's a way that things have to be. You try to live straight. But the world doesn't care about your rules, or what you believe.

Those girls are on the road to trouble, I heard an older woman say about us one night, as we were staggering down the street drunk - and that woman was absolutely right. What she didn't understand, though, is that trouble is what we wanted.

She flew in, all fiery flashing eyes and flushed cheeks, her bosom heaving beneath black wool. She was magnificent. Tell them to let her go! Séraphine ordered him imperiously. Tell them to let her go right now . She stood over him, her lips wet, her body shaking with her rage, and he wanted to take her and roll her beneath him and fuck her into the mattress.

You're not to go wading in my pond again," he said. She shrugged and picked up her shoes and stockings where they lay on the path. "Very well, Your Grace, but it's a great pity. I should've liked to go swimming.

It was the beginning of that long bifurcation that became my life: Obey and hate yourself, survive. Disobey, redeem yourself, perish. I thought later how simply and quickly they had introduced that concept to me, as easily as breaking a little finger.

Treason is always a conspiracy; it's too big a task for one man, and throughout history has been the work of groups.

The oppressed are sometimes the most rabid of oppressors (119).

It cannot be right to be the slave of one's household gods, and I protest that if my furniture ever annoyed me by wanting to be dusted when I wanted to be doing something else, and there was no one to do the dusting for me, I would cast it all into the nearest bonfire and sit and warm my toes at the flames with great contentment, triumphantly selling my dusters to the very next pedlar who was weak enough to buy them. Parsons

Si, d'aventure, il prenait à mes meubles la fantaisie de se faire épousseter le jour où j'aurais quelque chose de plus intéressant à faire, je revendique hautement le droit de les précipiter tous dans le feu de joie le plus proche, de m'établir près du brasier et d'y réchauffer gaiement mes pieds glacés après avoir vendu tous mes chiffons au premier chineur venu.

I intend to scream, shout, race the engine, call when I feel like it, throw tantrums in Bloomingdale's if I feel like it and confess intimate details about my life to complete strangers. I intend to do what I want to do and be whom I want to be and answer only to myself: that is, quite simply, the bitch philosophy...

But he does insist on a conversation. Goddamn it! Why can't people just do what I want them to do and be gone? It's a worldwide conspiracy to make me be polite when I don't want to be.