Quotes About Rebellion

Attack of the Kitchen Appliances!

laughing, so I kept going. "'Your wife is ugly, and your daughter too. I think this play is stupid, so guess what? I'm out of here and you can kiss my—

SITTING IN THE QUIET of his apartment's shaded living room, the Teacher chucked his Treo across to the couch

Um, hi." I finally squeak out a few words. "The other day at school, we had this substitute teacher. Very tough. Sort of like Mrs. Darth Vader. Had the heavy breathing, the deep voice. During roll call, she said, 'Are you chewing gum, young man?' And I said, 'No, I'm Jamie Grimm.' " I wait (for what seems like hours) and, yes, the audience kind of chuckles. It's not a huge laugh, but it's a start. Okay.

I opened up my copy of the Code of Conduct and turned to Section 11, Rule 3: "Students shall not tamper with smoke or fire alarms under any circumstances." Then I took Leo's pen and drew a line right through it. That felt pretty good too. One rule down and… well, all the rest to go.

I decided that every rule in the Hills Village Middle School Code of Conduct should be worth a certain number of points, depending on how hard it was to break. Of course, this meant I could get into some serious trouble, so I decided to make that worth a bunch of points too.

Move over, Wimpy Kid—RAFE K. has arrived!

I was going to take off all my clothes and streak through the hallway.

He has tattoos, nose rings, and those little metal studs that look like steel zits. Recently, he had a metal spike pierced through his ear. Made his lobes look like barbecued shrimp on a skewer.

The children of the revolution are always ungrateful, and the revolution must be grateful that it is so.

I have a karaoke punk band called The Ungrateful Dead, but we don't exist yet.

Look, if the Situationists achieved what they wanted, they would be very unhappy and they would have to be Situationists all over again. It's a never-ending process.

I was really bored and unhappy in school, and I used to act out and do horrible things.

When you're in a world, and your parents are one way, and you're told, 'This is how the whole world is, and this is how you're supposed to be,' and you're terribly unhappy in that world, it's a very scary thing.

I got fed up with being in bands. I spent a couple of years touring the country in a smoked filled band, doing lots of drugs and being really unhealthy.

I went to a Catholic School, and underneath my school uniform, I wore a metal shirt.

I used to start re-arranging my school uniform, hitching up my skirt to be more exciting-looking.

My problem has always been with authority, and I'm sure if anybody understands that, it's people in uniform.

It took me until my teenage years to realize that I was medicating with music. I was pushing back against my stupid school uniform, instructors who called me by my last name and my classmates, who, while friendly enough, were not at all inspiring.

I wanted to wear a uniform when I was in high school, but I couldn't. I was like, 'It would be so much easier!'

When I was younger, I had pink underneath my hair, and I got detention. I went to an all-girls school where you wore a uniform, and pink hair was not OK.

My friends always laugh because I'm the kind of person who bought the Brooks Brothers school skirt, even though it's not my school's uniform skirt, but just because I liked it. I'm a knee-high socks kind of person.

When I was 13, I kind of got into the punk scene. I realized it was easier to wear a pair of combat boots and jeans and a beat-up T-shirt. I think of it as a uniform.

Only thing I ever thought I'd see is a picture with me in a uniform with stripes on it and a number under my mug shot.