Quotes About Rebellion

Virgil thanked him, and as he was leaving, said, "I wouldn't necessarily recommend you invite a cop inside, when you've been smoking dope." "It's medicinal," Gates said. "Besides, does anybody really care anymore?

Colonel, I'm giving you a direct order. Eat the fucking cookie.

My characters were...rebelling against something...My own bad writing. I wouldn't do for my characters what they needed for me to do - be courageous enough in my writing to make them interesting.

How do you like your peace now, motherfucker?

Weren't we having a mutiny?

I don't have a problem with treason," I said. "I can stop anytime." I

I strongly suggest not trying that attitude with the crew, either." "Why? Because it would be mean?" "No, because they'll break a butter knife off in your neck.

Traitorous, murdering garbage, from your fucking glitterdumpster of a mother on down.

She said that we could all fuck ourselves with a rented dick. The same rented dick." "That's my mom," Kiva said.

I want to be there when you question him." "No you don't." "I really do." "Let me put it another way, Lord Marce. Fuck you, go away.

apparently mutiny is in the DNA, like eye color or a tendency toward irritable bowels.

They are still in rebellion. You don't win a rebellion by default.

Kiva considered that she might be developing a thing for Fundapellonan, which on one hand would be a very not-Kiva thing to do, but on the other hand who gave a fuck if it was "not-Kiva," because she wasn't some fucking fictional character destined to do whatever some goddamn hack wanted her to do.

Are you insane? You can't just barge into my office and tell people to fuck off.""And yet here I am," Kiva said. "In your office. Telling this extraneous dimwit to fuck off.

He held the apple box against his chest. And then he leaned over and set the box in the stream and steadied it with his hand. He said fiercely, Go down an' tell 'em. Go down in the street an' rot an' tell 'em that way. That's the way you can talk. Don' even know if you was a boy or a girl. Ain't gonna find out. Go on down now, an' lay in the street. Maybe they'll know then.

I learned to write nice as hell. Birds an' stuff like that, too; not just word writin'. My ol' man'll be sore when he sees me whip out a bird in one stroke. Pa's gonna be mad when he sees me do that. He don't like no fancy stuff like that. He don't even like word writin'. Kinda scare 'im, I guess. Ever' time Pa seen writin', somebody took somepin away from 'im.

The party had all the best qualities of a riot and a night on the barricades.

You have defied not the pearl buyers, but the whole structure, the whole way of life, and I am afraid for you

On'y way you gonna get me to go is whup me.' She moved the jack handle gently again. 'An' I'll shame you, Pa. I won't take no whuppin', cryin' an' a-beggin'. I'll light into you. An' you ain't so sure you can whup me anyways. An' if ya do get me, I swear to God I'll wait till you got your back turned, or you're settin' down, an' I'll knock you belly-up with a bucket. I swear to Holy Jesus' sake I will.

Adam's mother ran the farm, bore Adam, and still had time to embrace a primitive theosophy. She felt that her husband would surely be killed by the wild and barbarous rebels, and she prepared herself to get in touch with him in what she called the beyond.

Every kid got a turtle some time or other. Nobody can't keep a turtle though. They work at it and work at it, and at last one day they get out and away they go--off somewheres. It's like me.

Bought two quarts of beer for breakfast.

Muscle, had goggled him and muzzled him— goggled his mind, muzzled his speech, goggled his perception, muzzled his protest.

E nei loro occhi cresce il furore. Nell'anima degli affamati i semi del furore sono diventati acini, e gli acini ormai grappoli maturi per la vendemmia.