Quotes About Defiance

We must have the right to name our fears and laugh at those who seek to scare us - or risk giving in to terrorists.

If you've been hit, if you've been put down, if you've lost, that next time you come out, you have to make a testament: you have to make a demonstration, a showing, that it's not going to happen again.

Everyone's got skeletons in their closet, and I've got a million in mine, believe me. I tested the envelope; I pushed it. Whenever somebody in authority told me not to do something, I did it just to find out why they said not to do it.

A terrorist network that believes a nation so tested will fold under pressure of a few horrific acts may capture its attention, but will not achieve its submission.

I'd like to have a business card saying: Bruce Norris kicked your arse.

If I see you walking around with bits of dead cow on your feet again, I'll shoot your bloody toes off.

Robert Muchamore

Well," said he, as he left the ELEPHANT, "I have fought contrary to orders, and I shall perhaps be hanged. Never mind: let them!

That is why in adult life, people generally tend to relive rather than live, that is, to repeat the patterns of the past and defend the primary fantasy in the defiance, and avoid the real gamble or real adventure of taking a chance on something new. They are afraid that if they really cry out, if they really ask, if they really scream for help, that it won't come, and they'll be in the same panicky frightened state they were in when they were little.

Forget about it," he said. "Sell it to a philosophy quarterly or an urban anthropology journal, or write a fucking script if you want and let Spike Lee shoot the motherfucker, but it's not going to run in any magazine of mine.

mis enemigos deben de creer que ya estoy criando malvas en el cementerio.

Ésta es mi última transmisión desde el planeta de los monstruos. No me sumergiré nunca más en el mar de mierda de la literatura.

Nothing enchants the mind more than the existence of the outside world, of something that resists it and will not obey.

Woe betide whomsoever I met on my path!

I am Roland of Gilead. And you . . . you are nothing.

Many will rant and rave against the garment fate has woven for them, but they pick it up and don it all the same, and most wear it to the end of their days. You... you would rather go naked into the storm.

I accepted their ridicule by sulking manfully.

Her nakedness was not vulnerability, but armour.

Sa'Adar's eyes went wide. "You're mad." "Scarcely. Why do people always accuse me of that when I'm arranging things to my liking instead of theirs?

Did you see how she stood and faced them down? I demanded with pride. A most excellent bitch, Nighteyes agreed.

But that is not true for all folk. Some folk are meant to argue with fate. And win.

Bastard," she spat at him, and she thought he had moved closer. She swung at him, and then suddenly he was where he had been standing all along, the coward.

He has had his wish. He will not bow his head.

Stop it, or I will kill her, and you will lose your eyes and your ears here." And he drew his belt knife, and advancing to the serving woman, he laid the edge of it along her throat. The woman did not blanch or shrink away. She stood still, her eyes glittering, almost smirking at his threat. She made no response to his words.