Quotes About Rebellion

Life is about recapturing lost freedoms.

Life is too small a container for certain individuals. Some of them, such as Alobar, huff and puff and try to expand the container. Others, such as Kudra, seek to pry the lid off and hop out.

Sometimes one gets the feeling that life still thinks it's living in Paris in the '30s.

Burn pedants in pale fire. Accept no fashions. Be your own fashion. Do not rely on earlier triumphs. Be new at each appearance.

If I had my life to live over again, I'd live over a saloon.

I've always gravitated towards people who are extreme. Whether its drugs, or kicking down doors. Normally, the people in my life had to escape to get back.

My mum was never strict. I was allowed to go out to clubs underage, watch TV, listen to whatever music I wanted to, and that made me not rebel. I have never touched a drug in my life.

In literature as in life, to conform to anything is to knuckle under to your inferiors.

The literal meaning of the Chinese characters for revolution is elimination of life

I thought of myself as kind of an anarchist all my whole adult life, from the days when I was 15 or 16.

It is a pity we can't escape from life when we are young.

Following the Leslie Charteris novels and the film portrayals by suave George Sanders, the radio Saint righted wrongs and aided victims of crime when the law was rendered powerless by restrictive procedure. The Saint simply broke the law, if the result justified it.

Writers transform: they throw a hand grenade into the notion of reality that people carry around in their heads. That's very dangerous, very destructive, but not to do it means you are satisfied with the status quo - and that's a kind of danger as well, because a kind of violence is already being perpetuated.

I felt like a fraud because I could not do anything in the normal way. I couldn't complete school. I couldn't "advance through the ranks." I couldn't "do it by the book." And I always ignored the rules.

Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth. [Address before the United Nations, September 25 1961]

Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.

Nobody crossed him without a battle. He disliked almost everything, particularly his wife, his children, his neighbours, his church, his priest, his town, his state, his country, and the country from which he emigrated. Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the sun or the stars, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.

I let go, crying and unable to stop, because God was such a dirty crook, such a contemptible skunk; that's what he was for doing that thing to that woman. Come down out of the skies, you God, come on down and I'll hammer your face all over the city of Los Angeles, you miserable unpardonable prankster. If it wasn't for you, this woman wouldn't be so maimed, and neither would the world.

Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.

So fuck you, Los Angeles, fuck your palm trees, and your highassed women, and your fancy streets, for I am going home, back to Colorado, back to the best damned town in the USA - Boulder, Colorado.

I let go, crying and unable to stop because God was such a dirty crook, contemptible skunk, that's what he was for doing that thing to that woman. Come down out of the skies, you God, come on down and I'll hammer your face all over the city of Los Angeles, you miserable unpardonable prankster. If it wasn't for you, this woman would not have been so maimed, and neither would the world, (...)

The surface causes of Adams's anxieties are not difficult to discern. Every activist knew the penalty for treason. Every congressman knew that prison, perhaps death, would be his reward if the American rebellion failed.

A minor fief had risen up against their cruel and avaricious lord, with hundreds of people surrounding his Manor house, threatening to burn it to the ground. The panicked nobleman's message for help was answered by the arrival of a single Ranger. Aghast, the nobleman confronted the solitary cowled figure. 'They sent one Ranger?' he said incredulously. 'One man?' 'How many riots do you have?' the Ranger replied.

You know us Rangers," Gilan replied. "We're notoriously bad when it comes to obeying orders.