Quotes About Rebellion

Under Big Government, the ruling class get power and perks,...but others among the ruled class just get unruly.

There's an extremely fine line between "boldly transgressive" and spiritually barren

Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR per G.G., CHIEF OF ORDNANCE

In this way, writers are indeed, as Henry Miller suggested, traitors to the human race. We may turn a light on inequity, injustice, and oppression from time to time, but we regularly kill what we love in insidious fashion.

Writing anything is a treason of sorts.

My last semester at Vassar, I'd taken to wearing nunchakus in a strap-on holster and carrying around a samurai sword — that should tell you all you need to know.

Fine-looking women, smoking and drinking and gambling and doing whatever they like? Sounds good!

This sounds like positive social change, right? Anything the revs are against is surely a good thing. Fine-looking women, smoking and drinking and gambling and doing whatever they like? Sounds good!

With my little short-shorts a permanent affront, I was quickly becoming a sullen, moody, difficult little bastard.

with skull-and-crossbones painted in chicken blood.

A vida de cozinheiro era uma vida de aventura, saque, pilhagem e rock'n'roll sem parar, com um desprezo displicente por toda a moral convencional. A vida do outro lado do muro parecia-me muito boa.

I'm an asshole. You should probably be an asshole too.

Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions, when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it.

And I thought to myself, Hell and blast you all, if all you bastards are on the side of Good then I'm glad I belong to the other shop.

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening.

That's the law, son. But you were never much of a one for following the law.

I kept pushing the old noga through the floorboards near, and the Durango 95 ate up the road like spaghetti.

It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old like you done, and there's no law nor order no more.

Civilized my syphilised yarbles. Music always sort of sharpened me up, O my brothers, and made me like feel like old Bog himself, ready to make with the old donner and blitzen and have vecks and ptitsas creeching away in my ha ha power.

There's the mackerel of the cornflake for you, you dirty reader of filth and nastiness.

My son, my son. When I had my son I would explain all that to him when he was starry enough to like understand. But then I knew he would not understand or would not want to understand at all and would do all the veshches I had done, yes perhaps even killing some poor starry forella surrounded with mewing kots and koshkas, and I would not be able to really stop him. And nor would he be able to stop his own son, brothers. And so it would itty on to like the end of the world...

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening.

What's this for?' I said. And this veck replied, interrupting his like song an instant, that it was to keep my gulliver still and make me look at the screen. 'But,' I said, 'I want to look at the screen. I've been brought here to viddy films and viddy films I shall.

So we got hold of him and cracked him with a few good horrorshow tolchocks, but he still went on singing.