Quotes About Rebellion

One of these days, people like me will rise up and overthrow you, and the end of tyranny by the homeostatic machine will have arrived. The day of human values and compassion and simple warmth will return, and when that happens someone like myself who has gone through an ordeal and who genuinely needs hot coffee to pick him up and keep him functioning when he has to function will get the hot coffee whether he happens to have a poscred readily available or not.

From downstairs his mother called, "Sammy, you're not going out on the roof, are you?" "No," he yelled back. I am out, he told himself, making in his mind a fine distinction.

sueñan los andorides? , se pregunto Rick. Era evidente: por eso de vez en cuando mataban a sus amos y venían a la Tierra. A vivifr una vida mejor, sin servidumbre

Let people call me crazy; fuck them.

Anyone that's fighting the Police is on our side.

What a tragic world this is, he reflected. Those down here are prisoners, and the ultimate tragedy is that they don't know it; they think they are free because they never have been free, and do not understand what it means. This is a prison, and few men have guessed. But I know, he said to himself. Because that is why I am here. To burn the walls, to tear down the metal gates, to break each chain.

If the system can survive only by imprisoning innocent people, then it deserves to be destroyed

Poetry is nobody's business except the poet's, and everybody else can fuck off.

Human beings can't see anything without wanting to destroy it. That's original sin. And I'm going to destroy it. Death is going to die.

I know whom we must fight...it is the Church. For all its history, it's tried to suppress and control every natural impulse.That is what the Church does, and every church is the same: control, destroy, obliterate every good feeling.

É sagrado e justo o massacre dos opressores — sempre foi. Dize-me se nós, os pobres, não somos oprimidos pelos ricos?

with ambitious aim against the throne and monarchy of God rais'd impious war in Heav'n and battel proud … • JOHN MILTON •

In school we chanted, along with our teacher, I am the Captain of my fate, I am the Master of my soul, and meanwhile, within my own body, an anarchic insurrection had been launched by one of my privates- which I was helpless to put down!

Spring me from this role I play of the smothered son in the Jewish joke! Because it's beginning to pall a little at thirty-three!

Everything dictated silence and self-control but I couldn't restrain myself and spoke my mind.

No, I won't do it. I will not be locked into your head in this way. I will not participate in this drama for the sake of your fiction. Oh, darling, the hell with your fiction.

Perhaps,' I wearily suggest, 'reading is the opiate of the educated classes.' 'Is it? Are you thinking of becoming a flower child?' he says, lighting up a new cigar.

Forse è tutto ciò che sono realmente: un leccatore di figa, una bocca schiava del buco femminile. Lecca! E così sia! Forse la soluzione più saggia per me è vivere a quattro zampe! Strisciare attraverso la vita ingozzandomi di passera, lasciando che a raddrizzare i torti e a fare i padri di famiglia siano le creature erette!

Do me a favor, my people, and stick your suffering heritage up your suffering ass_ I happen also to be a human being!

I wouldn't so much as stick my head in a pool hall. Oh, look, this is as far as I go explaining what I am and am not like. I will not explain myself one more time. I will not make an inventory of my attributes for people or mention my goddamn sense of duty. I will not take one more round of his ridiculous, nonsensical crap!" Whereupon

Why doesn't she call the cops and get me shipped off to children's prison, if this is how incorrigible I really am? "Alexander Portnoy, aged five, you are hereby sentenced to hang by your neck until you are dead for refusing to say you are sorry to your mother." You'd think the child lapping up their milk and taking baths with his duck and his boats in their tub was the most wanted criminal in America.

Nunca más iremos como corderos al matadero», bramaban los altavoces, desde todas las esquinas.

No aceptaría la tiranía del nosotros, la cháchara del nosotros y todo lo que el nosotros quiere volcarte encima.

I still say this is madness,' whispered Jonat. 'I know – at this moment I'm inclined to agree with you.' 'But we'll go anyway,' muttered Jonat. 'One of these days someone is going to listen to my advice and I'll probably die of the shock!