Quotes About Rebellion

I have made a career of creating characters who fight school authority and chomp at the bit to get out into the 'real' world and live their lives, mostly because that's the kind of teenager I was.

I think the avant-garde often hides itself in the highly incomprehensible because they are frustrated that the real world is so boring.

'Ain't It Fun,' which is about entering the real world, is bouncy and shows off Paramore's lighter side, to the dismay of some of the band's fans, who are used to the punk-rock sound.

If someone gives you so-called good advice, do the opposite; you can be sure it will be the right thing nine out of 10 times.

I think it's always natural for children to rebel against their parents and establish their own identity. And also, I think parents get invested in, you know, doing the right thing? And so their anxiety about being good parents might, in a way, affect a relationship negatively.

Rebellion is not always the right thing. Following the rules is not always the right thing. You have to think for yourself and identify the things that do not work for you.

We made The Who look like church boys on Sunday. We done things only fools'd do.

Presumptuously, I speak for all Who fans when I say being a fan of the Who has incalculably enriched my life. What disturbs me about the Who is the way they smashed through every door of rock & roll, leaving rubble and not much else for the rest of us to lay claim to.

Rock music has always embraced - and even represented - rebellion, rowdiness, and a robust disdain for social decorum. But along with more classical art forms like theater, opera, and the symphony, it's suffering from the distracted, smartphone-carrying audiences of the digital age.

I hate it when theater people go on about professionalism - aren't they boring? I try to be as unprofessional as possible. And I'm a little bit politically incorrect.

I realized that after years of studying Shakespeare and Chekhov and regional repertory theater, what I really wanted to do was bust in and rob a bank and jump in the screaming getaway car and tear through the city and get in a shootout.

I would play hooky from school and spend all day in the movie theaters. Consequently, I learned satire in all its subtle forms.

I had this thing about hanging out in dark theaters. My family thought I grew out of a rock.

Bands like Nirvana had theatrical sensibilities, playing with image, challenging assumptions people were making about them, the apex being Kurt Cobain in a dress to make a point.

I was the classic killer. I always played an angry man. I think it was because I used to really be like that - I was hostile. And because I had a good sense of theatrical truth, I used my anger and rebelliousness and just went with it. Anger was just a part of me.

But he stood there, his eyes riveted on that tattoo. She looked over her shoulder again. "It's called a tramp stamp," she said. "I got it when I was fifteen, to be cool." "I know what it's called. I just can't make out what it is." "It's vines in the shape of my name, and I'm not showing you any more of it. Let's get this show on the road, huh?" "Right," he said, going off to his toolbox.

Omigod, I'm so bored I could shoot myself in the head with a knife.

So where are we going?" "Where we have no business being, other than the business of mischief and deception.

Screw being sensible. Being trouble is so much more fun.

You can sound your barbaric yawp over the rooftops . . . or suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune . . . or seize the day . . . or sail away from the safe harbor . . . or seek a newer world . . . or rage against the dying of the light

Austin was engrossed in some mobile gaming device. "No, no, bad portal," he scolded, totally oblivious to the world. "Stop—evil—eurgh! Suck my flagellated balls, douchenozzle!

Like tonight, when everyone dressed as zombies, and you wore that. I mean, don't you want to be like everyone else?" "Not particularly," I said, willing her to finally understand how much I had changed, and how very little she knew about me.

Definitely. I've got posters of girls in bikinis, too. And like, a whole bedside drawer of lube." "I would be disappointed if you didn't." Cassidy laughed.

Connor MacLeary showed up wasted and tossed the keg into the pool." Jimmy shrugged philosophically. "And my bitch-ass neighbor called the cops. We had to pretend it was a church barbecue.