Quotes About Rebellion

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.

Are you to be an individual, a trespasser in territory none else has had the wit or nerve to explore, or just another troublesome mosquito to be swatted by the authorities?

There's nothing like the word dangerous to generate interest: it's irresistible to young males, scary to most young females.

Authority is to be ridiculed, outwitted and avoided.

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

Had Ken Kesey opened Electric Kool-Aid stands on every college campus in the country, it would have made a lesser contribution than Life to the creation of that era of unprecedented foment we like to call "the sixties.

You mean you would have me blow up something just because I didn't approve of it? What do you think I am, a vandal? A fascist? A fucking critic?

Outlaws are not members of society. However, they may be important to society.

I'm an outlaw not a philosopher, but I know this much: there's meaning in everything, all things are connected, and a good champagne is a drink.

Love is the ultimate outlaw.

His first—and worst—mistake was blindly doing what he was told to do. Without questioning their methods or their motives, he allowed politicians to make the decisions that led to his early demise.

if this typewriter cant do it fuck it

She thought of the things that lovely young women usually think about when they are relaxing in treetops and unhampered by underwear.

They called her a disgrace to the nurturing traditions of womankind. They threatened to paint a mustache on her and shoot off her nipples.

Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home.

who not only had once posed for naked pictures but who, on at least two occasions, had openly expressed reservations about Rome's prohibition against birth control.

The Plastic People of the Universe played 'Venus in Furs' from Velvet Underground, and I knew everything was basically okay.

And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

She shook her head from side to side, resigned to her rebellious brain. Why was there nothing it refused? No misery, no regret, no hateful picture too rotten to accept? Like a greedy child it snatched up everything. Just once, could it say, No thank you? I just ate and can't hold another bite? I am full

I like the way the City makes people think they can do what they want and get away with it.

Adam first, Eve next, and also, confused about her role, the first outlaw?

Maybe everybody has a renegade tongue yearning to be on its own.

By the light of the hominy fire Sixo straightens. He is through with his song. He laughs. A rippling sound like Sethe's sons make when they tumble in hay or splash in rainwater. His feet are cooking; the cloth of his trousers smokes. He laughs. Something is funny. Paul D guesses what it is when Sixo interrupts his laughter to call out, Seven-O! Seven-O!

Jumping from the roof of Mercy was the most interesting thing he had done.