Quotes About Rebellion

If Cosgrove means to play games, then so do I. I will marry him because I must, but I shall not be a lamb- or a cow- led to the slaughter. If he intends to destroy my spirit, he will find it a difficult task. I am not some fly whose wings he can pull off and then step on. I'm... I'm a bee, and I shall sting him back.

She would just tell us what she wanted," recalled Elvis's cook, Mary Jenkins. "One time she said, 'I want a different cake every day of the week, but don't tell Mama—she'll put me on a diet.

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. What is it with you and giving people the finger? What? It's a classic.

I threw my head back and screamed bloody murder, completely fed up with everyone in my life.

Whatever. I prefer our kind of crazy—we pretty much only screw with ourselves.

I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

I told Doreen I would not go to the show or the luncheon or the film premiere, but that I would not go to Coney Island either, I would stay in bed. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

I hated to serve men in any way.

The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way.

I hated the very idea of the eighteenth century, with all those smug men writing tight little couplets and being so dead keen on reason.

daddy daddy you bastard, i'm through

I cry at everything. Simply to spite myself and embarrass myself.

I told Doreen I would not go to the show or the luncheon or the film premiere, but that I would not go to Coney Island either, I would stay in bed. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

You defy questions; You defy other godhood. I walk dry on your kingdom's border, Exiled to no good.

But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil. Sucking up minerals and motherly love. So that each March I may gleam into leaf.

They had the windows fixed so you couldn't really open them and lean out, and for some reason this made me furious.

At about this point I began to feel peculiar. I looked round me at all the rows of rapt little heads with the same silver glow on them at the front and the same black shadow on them at the back, and they looked nothing more or less than a lot of stupid moonbrains.

I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair.

I hated the very idea of the eighteenth century, with all those smug men writing tight little couplets and being so dead keen on reason. So I'd skipped it. They let you do that in honors, you were much freer. I had been so free I'd spent most of my time on Dylan Thomas. A friend of mine, also in honors, had managed never to read a word of Shakespeare; but she was a real expert on the Four Quartets.

I told Doreen I would not go to the show or the luncheon or the film primière, but that I would not go to Coney Island either, I would stay in bed. After Doreen left, I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should anymore. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

Jay Cee wanted to teach me something, all the old ladies I ever knew wanted to teach me something, but I suddenly didn't think they had anything to teach me. I fitted the lid on my typewriter and clicked it shut.

wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

I suppose if you can write sestinas which bam crash through lines and rules after having raped them to the purpose, then you can be satanic and smile like a cretin beelzebub.