Quotes About Rebellion

It made no sense, she knew, arranging flowers before the water was in — but there it was; she couldn't resist moving them around, and not everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone.

She lit up as she descended the stairs to the hall, knowing that she would not have dared had her father been at home. He had precise ideas about where a woman should be seen smoking: not in the street, or any public place, not on entering a room, not standing up, and only when offered, never from her own supply - notions as self evident to him as natural justice. Three years among the sophisticates of Girton had not provided her with courage to confront him.

Florence suspected that there was something profoundly wrong with her, that she had always been different, and that at last she was about to be exposed. Her problem, she thought, was greater, deeper, than straightforward physical disgust: her whole being was in revolt against the prospect of entanglement and flesh; her composure and essential happiness were about to be violated.

You seem to be under the impression that I work for you and you can give me orders. Let me fix that. I hung up.

Kate's Speciality: Killing things, with much bloodshed. Talking trash, infuriating authority. Driving Beast Lord crazy.

Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.

Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can.

Curran roared. The blast of noise erupting from his mouth was like thunder. I clenched up, fighting the urge to step back. "Yes I can," he snarled. "Listen: this is me telling you what you will not do." I raised the cookbook and tapped him on the nose. Bad cat.

I didn't expect to sit here for hours. But if you're too hot, feel free to take the bra off." I gave him the finger. "What are you?" he asked. "I'm the woman you chained in your basement. I'm your captive. Your . . . victim. Yes, that's the right word. All of that education. How come nobody ever explained to you that you can't just kidnap people because you feel like it?

Mad Rogan: Resistance is futile. Nevada: You are not assimilating me!

I raised my foot and deliberately stomped on the bridge. This is my foot. I put it down. Deal with it.

I'm going to find Julie and I'll ground her ass until she forgets what the sun looks like, and then I'll go over to that school and pull their legs out.

Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.

Follow me," Linus ordered. "And cheer up. We're about to embark on a killing spree accompanied by massive property damage. Try to have fun.

If you put a door marked Authorized Personnel ONLY and me in the same building, sooner or later I'll try to jimmy its lock to discover what's so special about it.

You have to live a little." Grandma fitted the track bar into the cog on the track. "Go out with a bad boy. Run headfirst into a fight. Get roaring drunk. Something!

Is there any chance you'd overthrow the tyrannical Beast Lord and his psychotic consort? Yeah, I want a vacation. -Kate & Curran to Jim

Dakkan, my spear. My grandmother had a huge problem with that name, because the closest translation of it to English would be "Stabby." She claimed it wasn't a proper name for a weapon, so after the first Dakkan broke, I offered to name the new one Sharpy McStabbison, the Son of Stabby, after which she groaned and left my quarters, followed by a throng of her advisors all giving me reproachful looks.

One look at Rebecca and Aunt B would have an instant apoplexy. Raphael's eyebrows furrowed. "My mother's approval isn't necessary." Aha. "Does she know that?

When I got a bad grade in my old boarding school, Kate would make a trip to the school to chew me out. When I got homesick, I'd flunk a grade on purpose. Sometimes she came by herself. Sometimes with other people. Boy kind of people. Of whom I promised myself I wouldn't be thinking about, because they were idiots.

So you want to throw me out on my ass?" Bob swallowed. "There aren't enough people here, Bob. You need to get reinforcements. Go ahead." He smiled, baring his teeth, a sharp carnivore grin. "I'll wait.

When I was a young man, barely 18, I discovered Jesus Christ as my personal saviour, and for six months I told my mother she was damned to hell. That wasn't much fun. I abandoned it.

There's a scene in 'Medium Cool' in which a young man walks by with a sign that says, 'Sanity, please.' If anything summarizes what I was feeling at that time, it is that sign.

Jim MacLaine was the hero of Ray Connolly's 1973 movie 'That'll Be the Day', about a young man turning his back on a university education at the turn of the '60s in order to try his hand in a rock n' roll band.