Quotes About Freedom

Well enough. I won't ask you if your love is true or any of that rot—it's not my place to judge. After all, I'm a naked woman chained to a wall; I've no business questioning the lifestyles of wine-makers or anyone else.

Rules are for those who can't think of a better way.

She was ... unhappy. It was part of her, you could not separate her from it. She was sad the way a horse is strong or a bird flies.

Life's still stupid but we got free of story out here under the beeches and the Big Dipper. We had enough of it, of things happening one after another and no end in sight. Of reversals and falling in love and tragic flaws, and by God if I see another motif in my business I will shoot it dead.

She's got a man's nightshirt on and stockings with holes in them. Somebody else's tie, a gold and green chevroned number, hangs around her neck and just at this moment it looks like a king's mantle draped over her shoulders. Her hair's all loose, her lipstick and eyeliner gone a-roving. She's got a cigar in one hand and a jar full of gin in the other, and she's laughing, laughing like for once that damned chicken crossed the road for something really good.

I would have run wild through a magical kingdom and never looked back. Talking animals? Yes. Witches and monsters? Yes. Dark queens? Absolutely. Give it right here. I would have said yes to all of it.

Is it really a cage if it's the size of the world?" "Yes," said Emily, Charlotte, and Anne together, rather more loudly than any of them expected.

Because the opposite of fascism isn't anarchy, it's theater.

You can't kiss a girl into anything.

We spent a century closed up within four walls and a roof. We are claustrophobic. We prefer the sun and the wind and the sea though it bites some of us who are made of metal, and tears papery hearts.

She drank like a Czar and sang like a broken squeezebox and danced like the Sugarplum Fairy cutting loose at last

A house is a kind of box you put a girl in.

but you can't forbid a word, so there.

Narrators may go where they please.

I think I shall never be free. I think I traded me freedom for a better story.

He ran like if he kept running he could escape the last thousand years.

I want to skip this part. I want to pull on the arm of my slot machine and let the rolls flip over until they show a green tree in the summertime, and me away from that house, walking tall under a blue sky.

St. Oscar says SCRAM to all that. Just be trash together and love as long as you can and then stop when you can't anymore and be trash separately.

My Daddy always said a lady's gotta sit still and hush her mouth except for please and thank you and you don't say. But it's not fair to do that to a girl. Talking is the most fun you can have. Clothes on, clothes off, it's everything in the world.

His parties have room for all. Come on in. Nobody to look at you funny in here. Nobody to tell you not to have that drink, kiss that fella, smash that chair, light that chandelier on fire. Do it all. Do it all forever.

I wouldn't even consider it if I were you. But then if I were you, I would not be me, and if I were not me, I would not be able to advise you, and if I were unable to advise you, you'd do as you like, so you might as well do as you like and have done with it.

Am I truly such a villain? Is it really a cage if it's the size of the world?" "Yes," said Emily, Charlotte, and Anne together, rather more loudly than any of them expected.

aim to live as a slave to Christ, because only then am I free…. We're all in some kind of bondage …. Most of us have the freedom to choose that slavery, whether we realize it or not." I'd

You always have choices, my dear. Always. Never forget that.