Quotes About Rebellion

In the '70s, showtime was when I woke up. I might have been three hours late, but there was no such thing as curfews for shows. If you went to see a show, you would be there for the whole night. Nobody said it would start on time. If I was late, sorry, but it was just the right time for the show. Nobody left.

We knew that we'd set something on fire that I still can't control, quite honestly.

was a very important distinction in the '60s. Either you were blues and jazz or you were rock and roll, but rock and roll had died and gone pop—nothing left in it.

Everything they'd been brought up not to do, they could do at a rock-and-roll show.

Cheltenham, admittedly, is a bit far-fetched. Blues players from Cheltenham, there ain't a lot. And we didn't want to make money. We despised money, we despised cleanliness, we just wanted to be black motherfuckers.

If you're going to kick authority in the teeth, you might as well use two feet.

I don't regret nuthin...

This girl. This little high school kid with her stupid boots and her Addams Family wardrobe and her skin as white and floury-looking as unbaked bread. Pillsbury goth girl, just out of the can.

As far as he knew, no one in his family had turned out normal yet and he didn't see why he should be the first.

A willingness to go against the conventional wisdom was one of the side effects of looking at the world in a particular light.

An alkie in full defiant

Whether it's true or not, who cares? The truth is for teenagers and hippies. We're too old and ugly for that crap. Wake me up, make me think, or buy me a drink. Otherwise, fuck off." Michael Rutger, The Anomaly

The Grateful Dead are our religion. This is a religion that doesn't pay homage to the God that all the other religions pay homage to.

People don't want other people to get high, because if you get high, you might see the falsity of the fabric of the society we live in.

Rules? PISS ON YOUR FUCKING RULES!

He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum

High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed. She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant, Three geese in a flock one flew east one flew west one flew over the cuckoo's nest

absolutely rocking fucks,

Tog dana vra?aju?i se iz hotela plaza govorila je sama sebi da je njen ponosni gest, koji bi Zejnil smatrao bezumnim, važniji za dijete od svih pelena na svijetu, jer smješteno u njoj tako intimno zavisno od nje ono mora upiti u sebe njenu pobunu i prkos.

He looked at me like I'm the delivery boy who wants to marry his sister. He then proceeded to make it very clear he knows what he's doing and I don't. It was relentless.

Here's all I know: that the world is uncontrollable. Chaos reigns. That anything and everything might be possible. I won't subscribe to any rational system again. Nothing will bind me.

Let us have madness openly, O menOf my generation. Let us followThe footsteps of this slaughtered age.

I got the fat poet into a corner and told him he was writing shit and couldn't get away with it Now it is night and time for sleep. Everyone is tired from garbage-glutting lifting their snouts from the trough long enough to ease their gut— I won't urge the point. Gold-plated poems to stuff up their mind's ass or politics watered down so as not to scare the blue bloods Boo! you well-fed bastards

The best hope is that one of these days the ground will get disgusted enough just to walk away - leaving people with nothing more to stand ON than what they have so bloody well stood FOR up to now.