Quotes About Defiance

My energy comes from freedom and a rebellious spirit.

I have always considered it despicable to grovel for your life as if life were a favor. If you cannot live the way you want, there is no point in living

Cuba will be free. I already am.

I would rather be ostracized than assimilated! I read recently that my greatest accomplishment was my unerring ability to make myself unpopular.

Var olan evcil domuzlar?n?za boyun e?in siz. Var olmayan tanr?lar?m?n yolundan gidece?im ben. ?nsan kalaca??z biz ba???lanmazl?k pahas?na.

Like Jesus, Satan seeks to have others imitate him but not in the same fashion and not for the same reasons. He wants first of all to seduce. Satan as seducer is the only one of his roles that the modern world condescends to remember a bit, primarily to joke about it. Satan likewise presents himself as a model for our desires, and he is certainly easier to imitate than Christ, for he counsels us to abandon ourselves to all our inclinations in defiance of morality and its prohibitions.

She was by no means one of the great refusers. Not an existentialist hero, or a Rosa Parks, or even a Bartleby.

It strikes me, sir, that you are nearing the point where even a grateful American might tell you to go to the devil.-Nero Wolfe to an FBI Agent

Mrs. Rachel Bruner: [trying to goad Wolfe] I thought you were afraid of nobody and nothing. Nero Wolfe: [unruffled] I can dodge folly without backing into fear.

As sure as my name is Archie and not Archibald, I would have shot that goddamn orangutan dead in his tracks.

You're damn right I would." Cramer took a step toward the door, remembered his hat, reached across the red leather chair to get it, and marched out. I went to the hall to see that he was on the outside when he shut the door. When I stepped back in, Wolfe spoke. "No mention of anonymous letters. A stratagem?

He was like the mule in the story that kept running into trees; he wasn't blind, he was just so mad he didn't give a damn.

Go to hell, I'm reading. ~Archie Goodwin

Ye should have killed me, watched the last mean sigh Sneak through my nostril like a

absolute criminality is absolute freedom.

In 1830, the writer Charles Augustin Saint-Beuve (1804–69) fought one of the owners of Le Globe in heavy rain; Saint-Beuve held an umbrella throughout the duel, claiming that he did not mind dying but he would not get wet.

Instead, he was perfectly willing to cut them out even if it meant spiting himself—just as he had defaced his mandolin by gouging out the "Gibson" inlay, just as he had neglected to record Peter Rowan's lead singing.

Rules, whether they govern sexual morality or financial probity, regardless of whether they are justifiable or undesirable, always provoke bold recalcitrants to devise clever, defiant ways to breach them.

Quoique sans patrie et sans roi, Et très brave ne l'étant guere, J'ai voulu mourir à la guerre. La mort n'a pas voulu de moi.

Muttering, "Fuck it," he threw his finger away. It hit the wall. He heard the quiet thunk through the sounds of helicopters. Must

Everything seemed to flood over him then. It was as though he'd been the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike, refusing to let the sea of reason in.

No amount of reasonable threats prevailed.

And I'll tell you something else for free. If you set a foot over that doorsill, I'll wring your red neck.

Crazy is a species under no threat at all.