Quotes About Rebellion

CALVIN: I don't WANNA take a bath! I don't WANNA take a bath! You can't make me! CALVIN (As mom carries him to the tub): Aghh! Leggo! Leggo!! No No No No No No No! Put me down! CALVIN (Now in the tub): I wish I was dead! I hate you all! I hate everything. AARRGGHHH! MOM (Dripping wet. Talking to her husband.): Whenever I hear about people trying to rediscover the child within, I want to scream.

While Calvin is in the classroom TEACHER: Yes, Calvin? CALVIN: Miss Wormwood, I'm a fierce advocate of the separation of church and state. CALVIN: Nevertheless, I feel the need for spiritual guidance and comfort as I face the day's struggles. CALVIN: So I was wondering if I could strip down, smear myself withg paste, and set fire to this little effigy of you in a non-denominational sort of way. CALVIN (After being sent to the Principal's office): Boy, what a touchy subject!

Calvin's Mom walks in on him. On the carpet he's been smashing rocks with a baseball bat. Mom freaks out. MOM: What on earth would make you DO something like that? CALVIN: Poor genetic material? Mom slaps her head with one hand; while her other hand expresses an almost uncontrollable rage. Now he's in his room, evidently in time out. CALVIN: Bad guess.

High School is the place where poetry goes to die.

The girl who signed her papers in lipstick leans against the drugstore, smoking, brushing her hair like a machine

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in the cage.

Everybody got it wrong. I said I was into porn again, not born again.

always courting disaster to experience the biggest high. I'd been living the deranged life. I felt so nihilistic, yet why hadn't I just tuned in and dropped out? Instead, I followed Jim Morrison's credo, the credo of Coleridge and, at one point, Wordsworth, the credo of self-discovery through self-destruction I so willfully subscribed to until this moment:

The punk credo was to stand up for your own beliefs and tastes, not bow down to yet another new set of rules. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, indeed.

The sinners are much more fun.

The art of opposition and of revolution is to unsettle established customs, sounding them even to their source, to point out their want of authority and justice.

Don't you dare to squeeze that sponge over me,' she began angrily. 'This beastly getting up early! Why, at home . . .' 'Why, at home, "We don't get up till eight o'clock,"' chanted some of the girls, and laughed. They knew Gwendoline Mary's complaints by heart now.

To live outside the law you must be honest.

It's a wicked life, but what the hell, the stars ain't falling down.

songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality. Some different republic, some liberated republic... whatever the case, it wasn't that I was anti-popular culture or anything and I had no ambition to stir things up. I just thought of mainstream culture as lame as hell and a big trick. It was like the unbroken sea of frost that lay outside the window and you had to have awkward footgear to walk with.

I didn't come out of a cereal box.

Don't follow leaders.

But if the arrow is straight And the point is slick, It can pierce through dust no matter how thick. So I'll make my stand And remain as I am And bid farewell and not give a damn.

Well, I try my best to be just like I am, But everybody wants you to be just like them, They sing while you slave and I just get bored

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

If my thought-dreams could be seen/ They'd probably put my head in a guillotine.

Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you

We all like motorcycles to some degree.

Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking 'bout the government.