Quotes About Rebellion

The early 1970s was a time when illegal acts were in style. Everybody was going nuts with causes, most of them against the law.

Why the hell not run a race across the United States? A balls-out, shoot-the-moon, f***-the-establishment rumble from New York to Los Angeles to prove what we had been harping about for years, for example, that good drivers in good automobiles could employ the American Interstate system the same way the Germans were using their Autobahns? Yes, make high-speed travel by car a reality! Truth and justice affirmed by an overtly illegal act.

Racing is bulging at the seams with pure nutball characters, men who can drink more, screw more, fight more, laugh more, joke more, than practically any collection of people in the world.

But the system for all its cruelty and deceitfulness, turned out to be stupid. It had taught its future gravedigger how to wield a shovel.

You don't look normal, dear. You look sick. Because sick and not normal are the same thing. You're destroying yourself, and no one is going to tell you that - no one.

Everyone has to go mad, it's essential fir everyone to go mad - as soon as possible! It's essential - I know.

Then how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

And what is strangest of all, most unnatural of all, is that the finger hasn't got the slightest desire to be on the hand, to be with the others;

Sizler, tan?mad???m okurlar?m, sizler bize oranla muhtemelen çocuksunuz (sonuçta bizim arkam?zda TekDevlet var ve haliyle insan için en mümkün en yüksek doruklara erdik). Ve t?pk? çocuklar gibi, ac? ÅŸeyleri ancak tatl? ve kal?n bir macerayla kaplay?p verirsem yutacaks?n?z.

For one second I stared at her like all the others as something that had dropped out of nowhere: She was no longer a number, she was simply a person; she existed as nothing more than the metaphysical substance of the insult committed against OneState. But then some one of her movements-turning, she twisted her hips to the left-and all at once I knew: I know her, I know that body resilient as a ship-my eyes, my lips, my hands know it-in one moment I was absolutely sure of it.

And what if you don't wait? You just drive over the edge yourself? Wouldn't that be the only right thing to do, the one that would solve everything?

And how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one. The number of revolutions is infinite.

Revolutions are infinite.

It's clear that you want to seem original. But is it possible that you—?" "It is clear," interrupted I-330, "that to be original means to stand out among others; consequently, to be original means to violate the law of equality. What was called in the language of the ancients 'to be common' is with us only the fulfilling of one's duty. For—

We must all go insane—as soon as possible go insane.

With his head thrust forward like a ram, Baryba pushed his way through to the front. For some reason this was necessary, he felt with all his guts that it was necessary. He clenched his iron jaws. Something bestial stirred in him, something he hungered for, some murderous instinct. To be with everybody, to howl like everybody, to hit the one that everybody else was hitting. ("A Provincial Tale")

And why then do you think there is a last revolution? There is no last revolution, their number is infinite...

One day Plapa told us about irrational numbers, and, I remember, I cried, banged my fists on the table, and screamed, "I don't want V-1"!! Take V-1 out of me!" That irrational root grew in me like something foreign, alien, terrifying. It devoured me, and you couldn't make sense of it or neutralize it, because it was completely beyond ratio.

What does it matter to you that I'll stay here alone? What does it matter to you if I don't want others to want on my behalf, but want to want for myself-if I want the impossible .....

Ä°nsan? suçtan ar?nd?rman?n tek yolu onu özgürlükten ar?nd?rmakt?r.

It is clear," interrupted I-330, "that to be original means to stand out among others; consequently, to be original means to violate the law of equality.

How can there be a final revolution? There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

If only I had a mother, the way the ancients had. I mean my own mother. And if for her I could be —not the Builder of the Integral, and not number D-503, and not a molecule of the One State, but just a piece of humanity, a piece of her own self, trampled, crushed, outcast . . .

There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.