Quotes About Defiance

A pessimistic orientation does not seek accommodations with the system.

A phrase from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil came to mind: "Two tears in a bucket. Motherfuck it.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

What am I going to do? Not read, anyway… I hate reading! Finally change that leaky shower head? Never! At least this way there's somebody to cry over my fate.

I will never get married to the head of General Motors. I will never be the wife of a superstar. For those women, their lives are somebody else's. I will never be a Mrs. Blabidyblah!

What does one wear when one goes to give one's father hell?

Qu'est-ce qu'on a à se laisser écraser par l'ennemi, pendant qu'on se contente de bredouiller poliment qu'on n'est pas d'accord ?

I am not a fucking elf,' she said flatly.

My problem is that I want to smoke the cigar and for someone else to light it. I want to blow out smoke. Like a volcano. Like a monster. I want to fume. I do not want to be the girl whose job it is to wail in a high-pitched voice at funerals.

An erect building is a shackled slave. I hear the mutinous grumbling of vertical buildings. I hear the grinding frustration of those compelled against their will to remain standing. A building is energy crucified against space and time.

If the Devil jumped in front and faced us, he would vanish. He rules by pretending that, like the Gorgon, the mere glimpse of him would paralyse us. But no, to see him fully would be to destroy him fully. Similarly, we can never get rid of Fear. But we can keep booting him behind us.

Indians!" Sitting Bull shouted. "There are no Indians left but me!

Quit bullying Mr. Carlisle," Billy said. "He's simply trying to help." Hunter made a slicing action with his hand. "Not another word, Billy." Narrowing her eyes, she leaned right up to him. "I'll talk if I want to, when I want to, and how I want to. Lalalalalalalalalala." Sweet mother of all that is good and holy, but he wanted to wring her neck.

Write against patterns. Go against the devils. Write what you never write. Lie. Validate what you don't validate. Indulge what you don't like. Wallow in it. Write the opposite of what you always write, think, speak. Do everything against the grain!

New vandals will destroy what former vandals failed to abolish.

Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

Vandals listen only when others are stronger. If vandals are equal or stronger, their word is the last word.

Lately, when asked, I have tended to say that I'm Mexican. I like the word because it still makes so many people flinch.

Mother, father, there is no passing the cup. I want to be a troublemaker when I grow up.

Me, die?" Nicola said with a breath of scorn. "You should know by now that it's not luck that keeps me alive, but my ill temper. Both God and the Devil are afraid of me.

Turning in his saddle, Theobald looked at the servants behind them. "We ride on through. If any man reaches for you, kill him." Then without so much as a by-your-leave, he leaned over and snatched Johanna's reins from her grasp, and spurred his horse into motion. As her palfrey complacently followed where he led, Johanna turned her gaze downward to glare at the saddletree and indulged herself in hatred—for him, for his master, but mostly for this

Her jaw set, she passed him, going to the high

Beau was going to have a cow. But when did Beau's opinion ever keep Zac from doing what he wanted?