Quotes About Rebellion

We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.

But Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked: thou art waxen fat, thou art grown thick, thou art covered with fatness; then he forsook God which made him, and lightly esteemed the Rock of his salvation.

Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked.

Sic semper tyrannis [Thus always to tyrants].

So, like today, the government machine kept, as it does, the same cogs, and I can only change the hand that turns the crank.

Writers are not, by nature, respectable: their function is to be subversive.

Violence among young people is an aspect of their desire to create. They don't know how to use their energy creatively so they do the opposite and destroy.

Great Music, it said, and Great Poetry would like quieten Modern Youth down and make Modern Youth more Civilized. Civilized my syphilised yarbles.

I said, smiling very wide and droogie: 'Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.' And then we started.

Civilised my syphilised yarbles.

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?

The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers, and as I still felt shagged and fagged and fashed and bashed and my glazzies were stuck together real horrorshow with sleepglue, I thought I would not go to school.

To be properly wicked, you do not have to break the Law. Just observe it to the letter.

Most people end up being conformists; they adapt to prison life. A few become reformers; they fight for better lighting, better ventilation. Hardly anyone becomes a rebel, a revolutionary who breaks down the prison walls. You can only be a revolutionary when you see the prison walls in the first place.

What would the fearsome Lou Reed insist on? Boys? Girls? Drugs? No, kielbasa.

The upperclassman hands over a third pail. "Throw it," commands Bastian. The night steams, the stars burn, the prisoner sways, the boys watch, the commandant tilts his head. Frederick pours the water onto the ground. "I will not.

Who will lie on her back and let her last breath curl up to the ceiling as a curse upon the invaders.

How can one country make another change its clocks? What if everybody refuses?" "Then a lot of people will be early. Or late.

how could Neumann Two not have known, but of course he didn't, because that is how things are with Neumann Two, with everybody in this unit, in this army, in this world, they do as they're told, they get scared, they move about with only themselves in mind. Name me someone who does not.

How can one country make another change its clocks? What if everybody refuses?

So we teach them how to sit still, how to obey bells, how to make insipid clichés pass for thought, how to be "subversive" in trivial and uniform ways, how to think "outside the box" of tradition and wisdom and into the stainless steel cage of the politically "correct," how to extend the political pinky while sipping the political tea.

the ruins that can be seen today are of a later building), where Spartacus once fought.

he now controlled eight legions, loyal to him rather than the Republic.

terrible penalty exacted on the survivors of Spartacus' final defeat: thousands were crucified