Quotes About Rebellion

Delicate, hauntingly uncertain music floated out of the house. Vane heard it as he walked up from the stables. The lilting strains reached him, then wrapped about him, about his mind, sinking into his senses. They were a siren's song- and he knew precisely who was singing. Halting on the graveled drive before the stable arch, he listened to the moody air. It drew him- he could feel the tug as if it was physical. The music spoke- of need, of restless frustration, of underlying rebellion.

Blake's Seven.

There were other stories and other names. Second Base Stace, who had breasts in fourth grade and let some of the boys feel them. Vincent, who took acid and tried to flush a sofa down the toilet. Sheila, who allegedly masturbated with a hot dog and had to go to the emergency room. The list went on and on.

she hated everything her parents loved

She was being like those bratty girls in movies from the 1980s, and my mom kept saying Young Lady after every sentence.

Then, we all laughed because we knew we could get in trouble for swearing, but the strength of our numbers would prevent any retribution.

Éramos demasiado jóvenes para saber que al conductor no le importaban nuestras canciones.

Oliver Cromwell can kiss my singing emerald scrotum!

Turn up your hearing aid 'Grandpa', because I'm only going to say this once!

I sat there driving through America wondering about Barry Soetoro and his disciples. I have never trusted people who think they know how everyone else should live, and demand those other people obey. I am not a good follower. Aaugh!

The slaves toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his harsh tasks.

but his body persisted in rebellion and his senses nagged at him like pampered babies.

she fondly remembered being caught laying out several thousand Quaaludes on the Persian rug in her bedroom in her grandmother's apartment: "She looked in and said, 'Clean this stuff up and vacuum that carpet.' I loved my grandmother.

Mow the fuckers down.

countercantabrigianism.

Hear me proclaim this, you loathsome turd from the ass of Typhon.

Some girls just don't know how to die.

That's how they were supposed to be. It's what they, at fifteen, were supposed to have been doing. They'd been fired into adolescence and were swerving to each side now like crazy, trying to find the straight and narrow.

the nonconformism of complete conformism:

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

once you get into cosmological shit like this, you got to throw away the instruction manual

Teddy, Vern, Chris: I don't shut up. I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. Aghhh! Gordie: And then your mom goes around the corner and she licks it up.

What about reality, you ask? Well, as far as I'm concerned, reality can go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.