Punk Quotes

“She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Why should I care what other people think of me? I am who I am. And who I wanna be.”
― Avril Lavigne

“I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.”
― Magenta Periwinkle, Cutting Class

“Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Don't hate the media; become the media.”
― Jello Biafra, Become the Media

“Punk rock should mean freedom, liking and excepting anything that you like. Playing whatever you want. As sloppy as you want. As long as it's good and it has passion.”
― Kurt Cobain

“She smashes her knuckles into winter
As autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners,
the one whose fallen through the cracks...

(iViva la Gloria!)”
― Billie Joe Armstrong

“Dont test me,
Second guess me,
Protest me,
You will DISAPEAR!

(East Jesus of Nowhere)”
― Billie Joe Armstrong

“I've always been spiritual but I've never had a proper context, and it took me a while to find the proper context. It's hard to realize you can have any kind of relationship with God you want... and so I now have a punk rock relationship with God”
― Billy Corgan

“I created Punk for this day and age. Do you see Britney walking around wearing ties and singing punk? Hell no. That's what I do. I'm like a Sid Vicious for a new generation.”
― Avril Lavigne

“I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.”
― William Gibson

“I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“In reality punk people are usually the gentlest, kindest folks you'll ever know. They're like hippies, only they wear way more black.”
― Kate Rockland, Falling Is Like This

“I emerged into the sticky-hot evening to find Ricky smoking on the hood of his battered car. Something about his mud-encrusted boots and the way he let smoke curl from his lips and how the sinking sun lit his green hair reminded me of a punk, redneck James Dean. He was all of those things, a bizarre cross-pollination of subcultures possible only in South Florida.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“They got drunk and high on a regular basis, but this is a vestige of youth that you either quit while you're young or you become an addict if you don't die.
If you are the Old Guy In The Punk House, move out. You have a substance abuse problem.”
― Bucky Sinister, Get Up: A 12-Step Guide to Recovery for Misfits, Freaks, and Weirdos

“Hardcore without punk isn't music, it's a genre of porn. And punk isn't a genre of music, it’s a thought process.”
― Dominic Owen Mallary

“Fashion is never wrong.”
― Malcolm McLaren

“Prizing elegance, sweet emotions, and fantasy more than morals and truth; wallowing in fleeting romance rather than trying to give meaning to life, when who knows what's going to happen to you anyway; ignoring virtue and conventions to cherish only the pleasures you are definitely experiencing now: this is the Cocoro of Rococo. No matter how much deep thought, hard work, and agonizing effort went into coaxing out some insight, if that insight is boring, or not beautiful, it doesn't matter. And even if something is made just for laughs, if you find it pleasing, it has value. Other people's opinions and labor do not figure into your assessment; choosing things with your own personal sense of "I like this, I don't like that" is the ultimate individualism that sustains the very foundation of Rococo. Rococo, therefore, embodies the spirit of punk rock and anarchism more than any philosophy. Only in Rococo—elegant yet in bad taste, extravagant yet defiant and lawless—can I discover the meaning of life.”
― novala takemoto, Kamikaze Girls

“Snarling an oath from an Icelandic saga, I reclaimed my place at the head of the queue.

"Oy!" yelled a punk rocker, with studs in his cranium. "There's a fackin' queue!"

Never apologize, advises Lloyd George. Say it again, only this time, ruder. "I know there's a 'fackin' queue'! I already queued in it once and I am not going to queue in it again just because Nina Simone over there won't sell me a ruddy ticket!"

A colored yeti in a clip-on uniform swooped. "Wassa bovver?"

"This old man here reckons his colostomy bag entitles him to jump the queue," said the skinhead, "and make racist slurs about the lady of Afro-Caribbean extraction in the advance-travel window."

I couldn't believe I was hearing this.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“Standing out like a punk guitarist in a mariachi band.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Firefight

“never say amen in church if they're
capping off a prayer about you.”
― Exene Cervenka, Adulterers Anonymous

“I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last”
― Shane MacGowan

“L'ancienneté, chez les punks, était signe de crédibilité et conférait prestige et avantages divers. Un des rares points communs entre punk rock et fonction publique.”
― Virginie Despentes, Bye Bye Blondie

“When I see cuts on their wrists,
I know that we could be tight!
Otherwise-
I'm hard to know; full of fight!
And I doubt I wanna know You
Stop pulling on my dress!”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Way Out

“The gods promised
I'd wake up

a stranger.

Now the old king's worms are aglow;

not in a good sense,
for their lack of good sense”
― Casey Renee Kiser, NightMARE Crush

“Как заметил Джон Сэвидж в книге "England's Dreaming", Лондон во времена панков всё ещё был разбомбленным городом с множеством котлованов, убежищ, свободных пространств, которые можно было бы временно занять или даже превратить в сквот. Когда эти пространства закрыли и огородили, практически вся энергия города стала направлена на выплату ипотеки или уплату аренды. Не осталось времени экспериментировать, двигаться куда-то, заранее не зная, где окажешься. Цели и задачи необходимо обозначать заранее. "Свободное время" стало сродни реабилитации. Ты тянешься к тому, что успокаивает, что помогает максимально зарядиться перед рабочим днём: к старым, знакомым мелодиям (или чему-то, на них похожему). Лондон превратился в город измождённых роботов, подключённых к своим айподам.

В "Savage Messiah" город предстаёт как простор для блужданий и мечтаний, как лабиринт переулков и зон, противостоящих процессу джентрификации и "развития", кульминация которого будет приурочена к жалкому гиперзрелищу 2012 года.”
― Mark Fisher, Ghosts of My Life: Writings on Depression, Hauntology and Lost Futures

“For a short waterfall it is surprisingly noisy and too close to the car park for him to risk shouting over it so they stand there in silence observing it. Obviously she wants to and he finds that he can tolerate the distraction, using the time to check her out. Posh punk, he thinks, hard to see which is dominant. Frayed denim skirt and black leggings under a very classy cashmere coat. She trawled a high-end branch of Oxfam or she's genuinely indigent with a good source of hand-me-downs. Whichever, she has a near-perfect profile and pink hair.”
― Deirdre Chapman, Badlands