Quotes About Rebellion

And I'll do what I damned well please.

Right next to Thrifty's was an all-girls Catholic school, so we shimmied over the fence to break the liquor law with the Lord. I kept saying I didn't feel anything, but I could hardly get the words out, I was cracking up so hard.

Mommy, I'm not going to have your American childhood, " she says. "I don't want to wake up at seven a.m. and make bracelets. I just don't. Accept it.

Dudes!" one of the humans called. "Are you going to untie us, or what?" Wolfe growled, circling close to where the women stood. If he calls us 'dudes' one more time, I'm ripping his throat out.

Everything inside her rebelled at the coercion. But he was giving her a choice, and he didn't have to.

Back in the days of Sugar Pops and roller skates, grown-ups had no clue where their kids were, who they were with, or what the hell they were up to, and that suited kids just fine.

There was a shiftiness to kids who secreted themselves in a corner to read God knows what instead of what they should have been doing. Reading when you were supposed to be raking the leaves, reading when you were supposed to be sleeping, reading when you were supposed to be making the bed, not lying in it. I did everything I could to read my way out of doing anything else. It was the one thing I was good at.

Books are how cautious kids get to experience a kind of secondhand rebellion, a safe way to go off the rails.

It was an ugly flower, pink with yellow-tipped stamens sticking out of the center. It deserved to die. Zoe pulled the hammer back in a slow motion and snapped it forward. There was a delicious sound of cracking plaster as the flower dissolved into rubble. White dust rose all around here. "I hate that wallpaper," she said

To accept the conventions of traditional society is to be less than an individual. To reject them is yo assume an intolerable burden of freedom in often fundamentally discouraging conditions.

There is no sin worse in life than being boring—and nothing worse than letting other people tell you what to do.

No anal problems here.

le vrai bourgeois, de nos jours, est celui qui méprise sa propre classe, joue au rebelle et tire gloire de s'autodéprécier en permanence. La

Scandaliser est un droit. Être scandalisé est un plaisir.

The Kid's career of crime was not the outgrowth of an evil disposition, nor was it caused by unchecked youthful indiscretions; it was the result of untoward, unfortunate circumstances acting upon a bold, reckless, ungoverned and ungovernable spirit, which no physical restraint could check, no danger appal, and no power less potent than death could conquer.

There are big bad wolves all over the world who tremble at the sound of his name, yet a little puny coyote girl peanut-buttered the seat of Bran Cornick's car because he told her that she should wear a dress to perform for the pack.

Male werewolves treat their mates like beloved slaves. the thought set my back up. It was just a good thing I wasn't a werewolf or there would be a slave rebellion.

I knew a little bit about Prague. The first thing that came to mind was that Prague citizens had a habit of throwing powerful officials out of windows—the Second Defenestration of Prague began the Thirty Years War in 1618. There wasn't another capital city with a First Defenestration that I knew of, let alone a second one. Prague was full of my kind of people.

Rules are set up for the good of society. But as soon as you make a rule, someone feels the need to break it.

You must have misunderstood," Keredwel said severely. "No one volunteers to be a dragon's princess. It isn't done." "Actually, Alianora's quite right," Cimorene said as she set the teacups in front of her visitors. "I did volunteer." She smiled sweetly at the thunderstruck expressions on the faces of the first two princesses. "I got tired of embroidery and etiquette." Keredwel

Thank goodness that's over," she said, taking the crown off and throwing it across the cave. It hit the wall and bounced off with a harsh clang. "You shouldn't treat your crown like that, Your Majesty," Cimorene said, retrieving the iron circlet. "Of course I should," Kazul said. "It's expected. That's why we made it out of iron instead of something soft and bendable. ...

he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.

the Queen of Alkyra can consort with whoever the Black she pleases!

Of course it doesn't make sense." Lady Wendall said. "The rules of society rarely do.