Quotes About Rebellion

Black boots, said Rawlins. Aint that the shits? I always wanted to be a badman.

All patched up out of parts and lowslung and bumping over the ruts. Filled with old lanky country boys with long cocks and big feet.

They came three times for the old man. At first it was just the Sheriff and Gifford. They were one foot up the porch steps when he swung the door open and threw down on them and they could see the mule ears of the old shotgun laid back viciously along the locks. They turned and went back down the yard, not saying anything or even looking back, and the old man closed the door behind them.

My disappointment with mathematics] was led by a group of evil and aberrant and wholly malicious partial differential equations who had conspired to usurp their own reality from the questionable circuitry of its creator's brain not unlike the rebellion which Milton describes and to fly their colors as an independent nation unaccountable to God or man alike.

Well. In this case it was led by a group of evil and aberrant and wholly malicious partial differential equations who had conspired to usurp their own reality from the questionable circuitry of its creator's brain not unlike the rebellion which Milton describes and to fly their colors as an independent nation unaccountable to God or man alike. Something like that. You

I'm a fugitive from the ways of this world. I'd be a fugitive from my mind if I had me some snow.

Did you want her to kill herself? No. I wanted her to be free. Do you think that's freedom? Maybe not. But a fast car and an open road can give you a sensation that's hard to duplicate elsewhere or otherwise.

The man looked up wearily. You aint callin me a liar are ye son? I aint ye son. How old are you? That's some more of your business. How old are you? He's fifteen. You hush your damn mouth. He turned to the man. He dont speak for me, he said. He's done spoke. I was fifteen year old when I was first shot. I aint never been shot. You aint sixteen yet neither.

She said one time that just because the world was spinning didnt mean that you couldnt get off. There's

But of course what really threatens the scofflaw is not the just society but the decaying one. It is here that he finds himself becoming slowly indistinguishable from the citizenry.

When her aunt Helen came to visit she asked the girl what she wanted to be when she grew up and she said dead.

We are witnessing a rebellion. It's beautiful to see the qty of protests and the scope and breadth of all colors, all genders, all sexual orientations, all ethnicities and all religious identities in the USA.

Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!

Det var kejsarinnans far som hade stiftat en lag, att föremål, djur och människor med magiska egenskaper var skyldiga att rapporteras. För det var ju inte lätt att regera i en värld där ett guldträd kunde göra en tiggare till kung och talande djur viskade rebelliska visdomsord till skogsarbetarna.

was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed… . He wanted … to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls, and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

They were here already, all of them: Dustfinger and Capricorn, Basra and Roxane, Minerva, Violante, the Adderhead...you merely wrote their story, but they didn't like it, and now they're writing it for themselves.

They're kids. If they understood risks, they wouldn't join uprisings and march in the streets and the world would be a simpler place. Not a better one, of course. But simpler.

I have given this offer more consideration than it is due already. Now, fuck off. Then keep fucking off. Fuck off until you come up to a gate with a sign saying 'You Can't Fuck Off Past Here.' Climb over the gate, dream the impossible dream, and keep fucking off forever.

So I want you to get all your friends to come to my place, tomorrow, after school. Five p.m. Tell them, anyone who doesn't come is not allowed to jailbreak anything ever again." He registered surprise. "You mean that if we come, we can still jailbreak?" She smiled and met Nadifa's eye. "Oh yes, my boy. We're not going to stop breaking the rules. We're just going to be smart about it.

I'd rather be a criminal underground than a secret police.

There was a whole subculture of mentalists who spent their nights breaking into boarded-up tube stations, forgotten sewers, abandoned buildings, and other places you just aren't meant to be.

They wouldn't do it. They're kids. If they understood risks, they wouldn't join uprisings and march in the streets and the world would be a simpler place. Not a better one, of course. But simpler.

We left behind the other kids; their path-working, drinking, and being grown up- and rejected all that made them grumpy, uncreative and lifeless. We dumpstered, squatted, and shoplifted our lives back. Everything fell into place when we decided our lives were meant to be lived. Life serves the risk taker...

Usually, the embrace of deviance comes not because of some innate perversity but because of a preexisting dissatisfaction with the world as it stands acquired through alienating experiences of one sort or another.