Rebellious Act Quotes

I've been lucky enough to win an Oscar, write a best-seller - my other dream would be to have a painting in the Louvre. The only way that's going to happen is if I paint a dirty one on the wall of the gentlemen's lavatory.

Grandma told me Mama was once caught by the Principal for writing in the front of her book, "In Case of Fire, Throw This in First." I have never had so much respect for Mama as the day I heard this.

I have an idea. It’s risky, and Max will kill us when she finds out.” Iggy raised his head. “Sounds like my kind of idea.

I was excited about getting my first tattoo, but I was only twelve, so I had to hide it from my mother.

I'd sneak out of the house to meet girls at 3:30 a.m.

Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.

The plea of necessity, that eternal argument of all conspirators.

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.

We didn't worry about getting a venue or asking permission. We started out guerrilla. We were illegal, going down to the beach to burn this thing.

One of the most rebellious things a woman can do is allow people to think she's mean.

I did something that's a no-no in the music industry. I cut my hair. For years, my hair was my stamp. 'Oh, that's the long-haired guy from the Black Eyed Peas.' But when I did it, it was like a breath of fresh air.

One time I said: maybe I should burn a guitar tonight. You know smash a guitar or something like that. And they said: yeah, yeah! I said: you really think I should? They said: yeah, that'd be cool. I said: well, ok.

I never set fire to a piano. I'd like to have got away with it, though. I pushed a couple of them in the river. They wasn't any good.

When I was six, I entered a talent contest. I dyed my hair blond, had a chainsaw and pretended I was Eminem. The old folk weren't expecting that.

I got the dragon on my leg when I was still living with my dad. He's not a fan of tattoos, so I had to get it behind his back; he kind of freaked out when he saw it.

If you have ever spray-painted your girlfriends name on an overpass, you might be a redneck.

A week after my drugs ran out, I left my bed to perform at the college, deciding at the last minute to skip both the doughnut toss and the march of the headless plush toys. Instead, I just heated up a skillet of plastic soldiers, poured a milkshake over my head and called it a night.