Quotes About Defiance

If you want to throw me in jail for trying to save someone's life, then go ahead. Next time I promise I'll point at them and laugh.

The Creators," Minho said; then he spat on the floor. "I'm gonna break your faces!

Yeah, we've heard that before. This time we mean it. We're not going to sit back and let you treat us like rats anymore. We're done.

You never have known when to shut your hole, have ya, Minho? Always gotta have the bloody last word.

Teresa didn't stop. "Keep talking like that and you'll be next." Newt turned back to face them, but his face showed anything but fear.

Shuck it," Minho responded. "I'm tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this pain.

Well, the PFC is trying to cheat nature. It's time to stand up for ourselves. We … will … live!

You shanks are driving me nuts. Can't get out of the Maze, and this idea of hanging with the Grievers at their bachelor pad sounds as stupid as anything I've ever heard in my life. Might as well slit our wrists.

dark boy yelled.

Sometimes they do things just to make me do the opposite of what they think I think they think I want to do.

I'm tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this pain.

I don't!" Minho shouted. "And believe me, you or nobody

Minho laughed, then raised the palm of his hand and shoved Gally in the face. Thomas half stood as he watched the Glader crash down into his chair, tipping it over backward, cracking it in two pieces. Gally sprawled across the floor, then scrambled to stand up, struggling to get his hands and feet under him. Minho stepped closer and stomped the bottom of his foot down on Gally's back, driving his body flat to the ground.

Pipe it, shuck-face,

killed you three times already.

I believe that the American poet ought to be a tough son of a bitch. He sought to hold his own in this culture on his own terms and not compromise under any circumstances.

You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!

I am the son of a murdered woman—anybody who'd call my books misogynistic is, frankly, out of their fucking mind.

If there was a God. I would spit in his face for subjecting me to this. If there was a Devil, I would sell my sould to make it end. If there was something Higher that controlled out f***ing fates, I would tell it to take my fate and shove it up its fucking ass. Shove it hard and far, you motherf***er. Please end. Please end. Please end.

John: "Poor John. Who says poor John? Don't everybody sob at once! My God, if I went up in flames there's not a living soul who'd pee on me to put the fire out!" Richard: "Let's strike a flint and see.

for it is better that we slay a coward than through a coward be all slain.

may have conquered Santa Anna," Nancy Lea was fond of telling him, "but you will never conquer me.

Maybe Mal Reynolds always needed someone to fight against. He defined himself by what he resisted, and therefore without anything to oppose, he was nothing.

Infidel leaned over and picked up the Gloryhammer. She slung it over her shoulder. "This is mine now." "Really?" asked Zetetic. "What gives you a claim to it?" "The fact that I'll flatten anyone who tries to take it from me." "I find your reasoning quite persuasive," said Zetetic. Infidel's