Quotes About Rebellion

I'll get drunk & give no shit, & not be a Messiah. - New York to San Fran

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked ...

I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.

DISOBEDIENCE, n. The silver lining to the cloud of servitude.

MAD, adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence; not conforming to standards of thought, speech and action derived by the conformants from study of themselves; at odds with the majority; in short, unusual. It is noteworthy that persons are pronounced mad by officials destitute of evidence that themselves are sane.

INSURRECTION, n. An unsuccessful revolution. Disaffection's failure to substitute misrule for bad government.

Wall street, n. a symbol of sin for every devil to rebuke. That wall street is a den of thieves is a belief that serves every unsuccessful thief in place of a hope in heaven

Well sir, if slavery is freedom then I'm glad I don't have to make a meal of it. Whips and chains are not much to my taste.

Honest men are so very rare, they are often mistaken for criminals, for rebels, for madmen. What were your crimes, anyway, but to be different?' 'Robbery the first time, and I served seven years. When they caught me again there were eighty-four counts, with fourteen murders.' Cosca cocked an eyebrow. 'But we're you truly guilty?' 'Yes' He frowned for a moment then waved it away. 'Nobody's perfect. Lets leave the past behind us.

Prickomo fucking cocksca. That bastard old arsehole-fucker.

Freedom did not seem to have made anyone any less angry.

Unity and respect, it seemed, were only for those who did as they were told.

Honest men are so very rare, they are often mistaken for criminals, for rebels, for madmen. What were your crimes, anyway, but to be different?

A dark-skinned young woman sat on the roof of the aftcastle, one leg swinging as she watched the new slaves shuffle across.

She narrowed her eyes. "You lost the collar I gave you." It chafed. And I wasn't born to be a slave.

What's his story?' asked Yarvi. 'I don't know his name. Nothing, we all call him. When I was first brought to the South Wind he pulled an oar. One night, off the coast of Gettland, he tried to escape. Somehow he got free of his chain and stole a knife. He killed three guards and cut another's knee so he never walked again, and he gave our captain that scar before she and Trigg put a stop to him.' Yarvi blinked at the shambling scrubber. 'All that with a knife?' 'And not a large one.

Don't "but" me, Glokta!' hissed Sult. 'Don't you dare "but" me, not today! You're not half as crippled as you could be! Not half as crippled, you understand?

She hated walls. For her, they had always been the jaws of a trap. Ferro frowned at the bed. She hated beds, and couches, and cushions. Soft things make you soft, and she did not need them.

Fucking pinks," she hissed to herself.

Funny," said the Nail, back in his floppy slouch already. "Barbs don't sting so much from a man you can slap whenever you please.

As I've said many times, the single most oppressed class in America right now is the teenager.

I remember how much rock and roll music can hurt. It can be so free and sexy when you are not.

You want sympathy, go fuck James Taylor.

The Devil and woman have been allies against God from the beginning, ever since Satan first came to the first man in the form of a snake and whispered to Adam that true happiness was not to be found in prayer but in Eve's cunt.