Quotes About Rebellion

No record mogul had created Black Sabbath , so no record mogul could tell Black Sabbath what to do.

Ozzy, is it true you got busted for pissing on the Alamo?' he asked me. 'Yeah,' I told him. 'It's true.' 'Shit, man,' he said. 'We piss on it every night on our way home.'

I hated school. Hated it.

Apart from Tony Iommi – who I'd never seen again since leaving school – I didn't even know anyone who could play a musical instrument. So, instead, I decided to grow my hair long and get some tattoos. At least I'd look the part. The hair was easy. The tattoos stung like a f**king bastard.

Meanwhile, we'd been kicked out of school at fifteen and had worked in factories and slaughtered animals for a living, but then we'd made something of ourselves, even though the whole system was against us. So how upset could we be when clever people said we were no good?

After a real snake ended up on stage one night, it was well and truly pissed off about being on stage with Ozzy Osbourne, that snake was.

If you want to be a fucking individual, don't get a tattoo. Every fucker's got one these days.

There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

Oh, God. The Sixties are coming back. Well I've got a 12-gauge double-barreled duck gun chambered for three-inch Magnum shells. And - speaking strictly for this retired hippie and former pinko beatnik - if the Sixties head my way, they won't get past the porch steps. They will be history. Which, for chrissakes, is what they're supposed to be.

The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person.

Anything that makes your mother cry is fun.

Before I could cry or scream I whirled around and stalked to my bedroom,slamming the door behind me. I hope they all drown. "Zoey your mother and I need to speak with you." Great. Clearly they didn't drown.

The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?

Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.

The chief enemy of creativity is good sense.

The world doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?

Rodolfo, su hijo, trató de retenerlo, Reyes se zafó. «La suerte está echada», dicen que dijo, y puso su caballo al trote; «por imprudente y engreído», diría Mondragón más tarde.

Ante la locura, la contralocura.

La muerte era… Trató de encontrar la palabra. Insolente. La muerte era una pinche insolencia. Un descaro. Él era simplemente terco. Palabras sueltas. Ideas sencillas.

Ele [Che] nunca deixou um prisioneiro sem cuidados, mas lhe deram apenas uma aspirina para curar um tiro.

Los agraviados y sus herederos seguimos pensando que Iturbide no era de los nuestros. Y que mejor vaya y chingue a su madre.

something about rules—you have to either follow them or break them with gusto.

I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!

God did raise a finger to stop you. Here I am. Guess which finger." ~Emma Jane Hellsbane, /Hellsbane series Book 1/