Quotes About Defiance

There used to be," she muttered, "but they whip it out of you. They whip you until they're sure there's nothing left." Yulwei stood there, with that pitying look on his face. Strange, how it didn't make her angry any more.

She hated walls. For her, they had always been the jaws of a trap. Ferro frowned at the bed. She hated beds, and couches, and cushions. Soft things make you soft, and she did not need them.

Fucking pinks," she hissed to herself.

Let's give these Crinna sheepfuckers a fucking they'll not forget!

You want sympathy, go fuck James Taylor.

Live pretty or die laughing, but don't you run. Don't you fucking run.

The dead win when you quit singing and let them take you on down the road with them.

Fuck narrative elegance.

His father had smashed his very first guitar for him, in an early attempt to rid Jude of his musical ambitions. Jude hadn't been able to repeat the act himself, not even onstage, for show, when he could afford all the guitars he wanted. He was, however, perfectly willing to use one as a weapon to defend himself. In a sense he supposed he had always used them as weapons.

She seemed almost to have a perverse impulse to make anyone who cared about her regret it, to find the thing that would most appall those people and then do that until they had to run away as a matter of self-preservation.

She banged the stick against the side of the pipe, drew it back, and lanced it at the porcupine. "I'll be a candle right up your ass, you don't keep waddling, fat boy," she half sang, half choked. He

Don't give up on yourself. The dead win when you quit singing and let them take you on down the road with them.

Get a spoonful of this, motherfuckers. Harper

Remember the stone in her fist.

Suck my twinkie,asshole.

I'll be a candle right up your ass, you don't keep waddling, fat boy

Book burners! I'll cut off your balls and rape your women!

stared at the herd, and they stared back. One of them stood in profile to the house, half a ton of horse. The scars scrawled across his side looked like they might be a decade old, not a few hours, but for all that, they were quite distinct, in silver relief against his fine white hair. Hacked there in the horse's flesh were the words FUCK YOU. They whinnied together, the pack of them. It sounded like laughter.

It seemed like the only thing to do was to crank the volume of my tape of British music in protest. Even though I was the only one who could hear it, I felt like I was doing something important.

Reading is the way mankind delays the inevitable. Reading is the way we shake our fist at the sky. As long as we have these epic, improbable reading projects arrayed before us, we cannot breathe our last: Tell the Angel of Death to come back later; I haven't quite finished Villette.

You are never going to stop me from achieving my goal, Perry. You ought to know that by now. Do you wish to know the definition of a tragic hero?""Not particularly.""A tragic hero is an individual who, with every attempt to restore things to normal, only pushes himself further away from normalcy."She nodded. "That is you, Perry.

Why don't you just tell him what he wants to know?" "I do not like bullies. And I have never responded well to threats of force."She paused. "Also, I believe he will kill me anyway." "Why?" "Because that is what he does.

Zo shook her head. It wasn't going to happen like this, she wanted to say, it didn't get to end this way. He didn't get to win.

You are very bold," he said, gripping her hand. "We will see how bold you are when I rip your nails out." "Go ahead," she said. "I feel nothing. I am already dead." Now Slavin's grin became real again. Real and hungry.