Quotes About Defiance

The Angels don't like to be called losers, but they have learned to live with it. "Yeah, I guess I am," said one. "But you're looking at one loser who's going to make a hell of a scene on the way out.

Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.

The difference between the student radicals and the Hell's Angels is that the students are rebelling against the past, while the Angels are fighting the future. Their only common ground is their disdain for the present, or the status quo.

Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.

In a nation of frightened dullards there is a sorry shortage of outlaws, and those few who make the grade are always welcome:

Don't take any guff from these swine.

When you're asked to stay out of a bar you don't just punch the owner--you come back with your army and tear the place down, destroy the whole edifice and everything it stands for. No compromise. If a man gets wise, mash his face. If a woman snubs you, rape her. This is the thinking, if not the reality, behind the whole Hell's Angels act.

There is a beautiful consistency about Buzzard; he is a porcupine among men, with his quills always flared. If he won a new car with a raffle ticket bought in his name by some momentary girlfriend, he would recognize it at once as a trick to con him out of a license fee. He would denounce the girl as a hired slut, beat up the raffle sponsor, and trade off the car for five hundred Seconals and a gold-handled cattle prod.

You cheap honky faggots," he snarled. "Which one of you wants to get cut?

I beat him like a mad dog with mange every time I got a chance, and I am proud of it. He was scum.

Don't worry, boys, we'll weather this storm of approval and come out as hated as ever - Saul Alinsky to his staff shortly before his death, June 1972.

But instead of losing quietly, one by one, they have banded together with a mindless kind of loyalty and moved outside the framework, for good or ill. They may not have an answer, but at least they are still on their feet.

Yeah, I guess I am," said one. "But you're looking at one loser who's going to make a hell of a scene on the way out.

I don't really care if people think we're bad," said another. "I think this is what really keeps us going. We fight society and society fights us. It doesn't bother me.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. —John Milton, Paradise Lost

In a world increasingly geared to specialists, technicians and fantastically complicated machinery, the Hell's Angels are obvious losers and it bugs them. But instead of submitting quietly to their collective fate, they have made it the basis of a full-time social vendetta. They don't expect to win anything, but on the other hand, they have nothing to lose.

It just more or less burns em, that's all. They hate anything that's not right for their way of living.

Fuck it, I said. I'm reading the Funnies.

My enemy is twice dead, and I still have him.

It was, for the time being, an empty threat, and he must have sensed it also, for he laughed easily and with contempt. "You will do what your masters tell you to do, doctor. As do we all.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Well, if he had to die anyway, he might as well try it the hard way.

At last, the gazelle came all the way up to Fatima, then stopped and cast a glance at the horseman as if to say, "You won't be able to do a thing now!

I think you're confused as to the nature of our relationship. You and I, we don't get along. You're a psychopathic control freak. You order me around and I want to kill you. I'm a pigheaded insubordinate ass. I drive you mad and you want to strangle me.