Quotes About Protest

You'll have a national Philosopher's strike on your hands!

I sat in a spluttering, bleeding heap protesting that I was fine and all I needed was a quiet corner to go and die in and everything would be all right.

Look, don't you understand? shouted Arthur. He pointed at Prosser. That man wants to knock my house down! Ford glanced at him, puzzled. Well he can do it while you're away, can't he? he asked. But I don't want him to! Ah.

Arthur didn't notice that the men were running from the bulldozers; he didn't notice that Mr. Prosser was staring hectically into the sky. What Mr. Prosser had noticed was that huge yellow somethings were screaming through the clouds. Impossibly huge yellow somethings. "And I will carry on jumping on them," yelled Arthur, still running, "until I get blisters, or I can think of anything even more unpleasant to do, and then …

Come off it, Mr. Dent," he said, "you can't win, you know. You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but

Look, don't you understand?" shouted Arthur. He pointed at Prosser. "That man wants to knock my house down!" Ford glanced at him, puzzled. "Well, he can do it while you're away, can't he?" he asked. "But I don't want him to!

He could only assume that he had just won. "So," continued Ford Prefect, "if you would just like to come over here and lie down …" "What?" said Mr. Prosser. "Ah, I'm sorry," said Ford, "perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear. Somebody's got to lie in front of the bulldozers, haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr. Dent's house, will there?

It hadn't properly registered yet with Arthur that the council wanted to knock it down and build a bypass instead.

This guy here on the screen— Coupland turned up his laptop to show me the JPEG of the Chinese guy in Tiananmen Square. Know what he's doing now? He's working out this co-sponsor deal with Verizon Wireless and Pizza Hut.

Kibbencook was not a hotbed of radicalism, and even antiwar marches were organized with a certain decorum. It was a thoroughly suburban protest.

That light of outrage is the light of history

The whole world desperately needs a French revolution, immediately.

I don't just want to ban The Bomb. I want to ban all bombs, whatever, and all bombers, whoever, and all bombings, whyever. There have to be better ways of saying no and making changes.

Attica! Attica! Attica!

The greenhouse effect I am knowing; To protest right now I am going, But oh my gee whiz, I'm going that is, If only it ever stops snowing.

Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Maybe it was that Hamlet line he referenced, where he wrote about someone who was "protesting" too much.

The day we run out of petrol is the day Iran will be free.

I went through an anti-Establishment phase and thought we should get everything for free.

Legislation won't necessarily start a riot. But the right song can make someone pick up a chair.

I began demonstrating against serious culture. In hindsight, the actual course of events has been very humiliating for me, because no one picked up on the intellectual critique I made.

In Greece, the picket line is forbidden.

As happy as we were in our backyard jumping on trampolines, it was the same general feeling, often euphoria, on the picket line, because we felt like the way our lives were falling on to us contorted with the people of God and the scriptures. It all felt very normal.

As a member of Westboro Baptist Church, I became a fixture on picket lines across the country.