Quotes About Rebellion

If I'm an angel, paint me with black wings.

They know how bad they are. They don't care. They do what they do because...because they love it.

Kindly go to Hell! (Lestat to Oncle Julien's ghost)

she appeared in a dashing fur coat and very high heels, with a bottle of bootleg whiskey in a brown paper bag from which she drank all during the meeting, erupting into wild laughter

Go ahead, throw this book away. Spit on me. Revile me. I dare you. Cast me out of your intellectual orbit. Throw me out of your backpack. Pitch me in the airport trash bin. Leave me on a bench in Central Park! What do I care? No. I don't want you to do all that. Don't do that. DON'T DO IT!

I knew I had been made to lead the party and that I was colder in temperament than the others, but I was not only deeply disturbed, I had lost respect for and trust in the Parents in some vital way. I did not entirely believe them when they said they would consider changing their plan. Their utter indifference to our personal fate was obvious. And not believing some of what they said, I came to question everything they said. I wanted really only one thing and that was to get away from them.

Maybe I'll obey the rules. Some of them, anyway, who knows? What are you going to do if I don't, by the way, and haven't I asked you this before?

At times I felt a huge exhilaration, a freedom from all falsehoods and conventions, all means by which a soul or body can be held hostage!

I don't know how to be bad at being bad.

You long to be seen and approached and understood and to get into mischief, to stir everything up and see if it won't boil over and if God won't come down and grab you by the hair. Well, there is no God. You might as well be God.

and then he glanced at the ceiling and, making a fist with his right hand, he gasped, Damn you... God! Damn you!

Porque así es como lo llamarían los humanos. Fueron ellos quienes inventaron a Satán ¿no es así? Satánico no es más que el calificativo que dieron al comportamiento de aquellos que perturbaban el orden en el que querían vivir los hombres

I don't play by anybody's rules but my own.

weep when there are no more rules to break?" "Ah, but there are always rules to break.

To be godless is probably the first step to innocence... to lose the false sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost.

Lestat he loved as he always had. Every realm needs a brat prince.

She was too finely educated and clever to be anything but a fierce rebel and philosophical opponent and I had left her, stupidly, on that account.

I want you, the great breaker of rules, to forgive that I have broken yours.

No te das cuenta? Yo no soy el espíritu de mi época. Tengo problemas con todo y siempre los he tenido. ¡Nunca me he sentido a gusto en ninguna parte ni con nadie!

I want that boy, the one who won't do what you try to force him to do.

Now you, brave one, little Ganymede of the blasphemers, you willful brazen cherub.

That incorrigible Quinn. He went deep into Sugar Devil Swamp, though everybody told him not to; he went to that accursed island Hermitage, and one night he just didn't come back.

No te das cuenta? Yo no soy el espíritu de mi época. Tengo problemas con todo y siempre los he tenido. ¡Nunca me he sentido a gusto en ninguna parte ni con nadie!.

I eat gaijin for breakfast… His words trailed off as Jilly came out of the house, in her pseudo-frock, her combat boots, her spiky hair and her young, young face. He just stared at her, motionless, as if someone had clubbed him over the head with a mallet. Jilly froze where she was, staring back at the exotic creature in black leather and bright red hair who'd invaded the garden.