Quotes About Rebellion

But maybe it's better to be an outlaw with purpose than a citizen without.

He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home, And through Australia's sunny clime a bushranger did roam. He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy, And a terror to Australia was the wild Colonial boy.

We went to bed one night old-fashioned, conservative[s]," wrote one Bostonian, "and waked up stark mad abolitionists."7

But there's a school of thought that says if you're going to go down in flames anyway, you might as well be the one lighting the matches.

Thrawn smiled—a smile that sent a shiver up Pellaeon's back. Why, the only puzzle worth solving, of course, the Grand Admiral said softly. The complete, total, and utter destruction of the Rebellion.

when the rules don't work, you break 'em.

Sanity? Sorry, I don't ever remember having something like that before.

Well if that's the kind of pride you're talking about, you can bet your ass, I'm going to mess with it.

It is not always by going from bad to worse that a society falls into a revolution. It happens most often that a people, which has supported without complaint, as if they were not felt, the most oppressive laws, violently throws them off as soon as their weight is lightened

No, those few men and women who went against the establishment from time to time, only when necessary, were what ultimately made America great.

can't take him up there for a short haircut." Hallston smiled coldly. "I doubt anyone

and the real problem was that not all that many people truly wanted to die before turning thirty. And those who did used bombs.

This is possibly what drove Amy Winehouse and Kurt Cobain to early graves. They could not handle being cogs. They could not handle monetizing their content. That was not the reason they become bohemian singers.

art's purpose: "[What art] seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.

Growing up is a trap, snapped Dr. Robbins. When they tell you to shut up, they mean stop talking. When they tell you to grow up, they mean stop growing. Reach a nice level plateau and settle there, predictable and unchanging, no longer a threat.

Love is dope, not chicken soup.

When they tell you to grow up, they mean stop growing.

Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.

In times of widespread chaos and confusion, it has been the duty of more advanced human beings--artists, scientists, clowns and philosophers--to create order. In times such as ours, however, when there is too much order, too much management, too much programming and control, it becomes the duty of superior men and women to fling their favorite monkey wrenches into the machinery. To relive the repression of the human spirit, they must sow doubt and disruption.

I may be mad, he thought, but I prefer the shit of this world to whatever sweet ambrosias the next may offer.

Life is too small a container for certain individuals. Some of them, such as Alobar, huff and puff and try to expand the container. Others, such as Kudra, seek to pry the lid off and hop out.

O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate

You have taught us much. Come with us and join the movement. This movement of yours, does it have slogans? inquired the Chink. Right on! they cried. And they quoted him some. Your movement, does it have a flag? asked the Chink. You bet! and they described their emblem. And does your movement have leaders? Great leaders. Then shove it up your butts, said the Chink. I have taught you nothing.

Indeed, the first step toward becoming a true outlaw is the refusal to be victimized.