Quotes About Rebellion

La simple idea de su defección le produjo cierto regocijo, como el de un niño que decide hacer novillos.

Evidently it took Catholic school to turn young kids into fearless, hardened apostates.

In fact, the flashy, antiauthoritarian vaulters were suspiciously regarded, often with reason, by the coaches and their more loyal athletes as Thoreau-reading, dope-smoking, John Carlos–loving hippies.

the classes themselves, which were prim and undemanding, bored me in a way school never had before. . .So I passed the class hours slouched in the back rows, keeping an eye on the trees outside for signs of wind direction and strength, drawing page after page of surfboards and waves.

I can't imagine cutting my wrists in Pokheepsie

What do you mean do I go around with narcotics signing petitions painting slop writing books full of dirty words with a beard?

She can paint herself red and hang on the wall and whistle, I don't care

Don't let the little fuckers generation gap you.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

It was hot, the night we burned Chrome.

If you fancy resenting the tedious, I recommend intentional communities, particularly those led by charismatics." "You

I felt like a punk who'd gone out to buy a switchblade and come home with a small neutron bomb. Screwed again, I thought. What good's a neutron bomb in a streetfight?

Fuck it. Just fuck it.

maverick techs who liked earning danger money and had proven they could keep their mouths shut.

I had a cigarette," Case said, looking down at his white-knuckled fist. "I had a cigarette and a girl and a place to sleep. Do you hear me, you son of a bitch? You hear me?

You saw a double. A hologram perhaps. Many things, Marly, are perpetrated in my name. Aspects of my wealth have become autonomous, by degrees; at times they even war with one another. Rebellion in the fiscal extremities.

beneath her snaky black thundercloud of anti-coiffure.

But it looks a lot like finding the weirdest shit you can get away with in one night, in San Francisco, if you're willing to blow a metric fuck-ton of money to do it.

Lupus Yonderboy

The concrete walls were overlaid with graffiti, years of them twisting into a single metascrawl of rage and frustration.

She rolls over, abandoning this pointless parody of sleep. Gropes for her clothes. A small boy's black Fruit Of The Loom T-shirt, thoroughly shrunken, a thin gray V-necked pullover purchased by the half-dozen from a supplier to New England prep schools, and a new and oversized pair of black 501's, every trademark carefully removed. Even the buttons on these have been ground flat, featureless, by a puzzled Korean locksmith, in the Village, a week ago.

Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.

The way towards simplicity is through outrage.

Bollocks to the rules!