J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

If you have security, you can rebel; if you don't, you hold on to any scraps of it that you have.

I don't even like to talk about it. I hated being a number and not merely because I was a very small one. I let them bellow at me for just as long as it took me to find enough pluck to bellow back at them.

We will welcome them with bullets and shoes.

I never wanted the government to feel my pain. I wanted it to feel my boot in its butt.

Violence, indeed, is the child of suppression.

They tried stoning me, my dear. It did not work.

I'm sick of this. Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?

They thought that the bullets would silence us, but they failed.

We know what the birth of a revolution looks like: A student stands before a tank. A fruit seller sets himself on fire. A line of monks link arms in a human chain. Crowds surge, soldiers fire, gusts of rage pull down the monuments of tyrants, and maybe, sometimes, justice rises from the flames.

Power is never so overwhelming that there's no room for resistance.

I draw the line in the dust and toss the gauntlet before the feet of tyranny, and I say segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever.

The brutalization of humans by other humans never fails to get to me in some angry-making way. It shot up in me like an explosion.

I will to my dying day oppose, with all the powers and faculties God has given me, all such instruments of slavery on the one hand and villainy on the other as this Writ of Assistance is.

If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!

Our rejection of the occupier at heart is resistance.

It makes me actually quite angry to think about people writing about torture with a sort of relish. Horrible.

It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

Some nights it was a melee, literally, where I'd be standing trying to defend myself for what I was doing. People would be screaming at me to do my old act, and getting actually violent and angry at me.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.

People have a right to violence, to rebel, to fight back.

I refuse to be silenced.

They would almost throw the cops in jail when they tried to arrest me.

The things that make me very angry are injustice and bullying. If I see someone bullying a woman or child in the street, or kicking a dog, I go completely mad.

You give me electric chair. I no afraid of that chair! You're one of capitalists. You is crook man too. Put me in electric chair. I no care!