Quotes about punk

Don't hate the media become the media.

I wasn't always overweight. I was a skinny little punk of a kid with severe asthma. When I got married at the age of 22, I wore a cut-down size eight wedding gown.

Grunge is a hippied romantic version of punk.

I was trained as an actress. But I wasn't a very convincing actress, so I started doing punk poetry and then fell into doing stand-up.

never say amen in church if they'recapping off a prayer about you.

No one wants to die or even plans to die, at least not when you are young and living life on top of everything, stepping on gold, running the miles with hot chicks on tow, but even if I wasn’t a rock star, and just a normal civilian, I still wouldn’t plan to die young. Death is so boring.

The patches are the stories. Hold onto that. And the muddy zigzag of ducktape against the cracked doorglass. There's four kids who sleep here, a nuff for the fingers on each otherses hands. There's room in each of them for one important thing. They're a band. It's not they're in a band. They're a band. Four spikes of ducktape, up and down, like mountain peaks or a sawblade. Every band's got a sign, something to sew on your jacket, gouge on the wall at a show. Four spikes up and down say MEATHEAD

If a man can tell if he's been successful in his life by having great friends, then I have been very successful.

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.

Punk had picked the locks, sluiced out into the grid.

The deaf people there with balloons, holding them up and feeling the vibrations of the balloons to the Germs, all these fuckin' great bands, and using these balloons and dancing around. For a tough old punk, it just made your heart -- it gave you that beautiful feeling. They loved the music, and we were making money for them.

punk is about being an individual and going against the grain and standing up and saying 'This is who I am

Punk is about being an individual and going against the grain and standing up and saying 'This is who I am.

I was just going to stand here and watch it happen. I wasn’t going to say a fucking thing. Why? Because what did it matter? What did any of it matter?

All my memories are things I gave away, traded for new days after days after days...

Funny, cute and kissableI've found a girl that makes me lose controlEvery night's like the first nightNever gettin' old

Yeah,You rocked my world foreverI know you still rememberHow we felt beforeYeah,We should be together'Cause nothing could be betterThan the way we wereBaby, let's go back to the way we wereLet's turn back the clockThis time we'll take it slowYou can stay the night,This time I won't let goAnd when the morning comes,We can start all over, over againWhy did we say goodbye?Let's go back tonight

Oh, the truth I must tellIs I'm lonely as hellStill looking for myself

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.

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

Under the whole "personal is political" motto of feminism, I feel that personal kindness, treating people decently, is political-is punk.

Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.

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.

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

Why should I care what other people think of me? I am who I am. And who I wanna be.

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' q

All punk is is attitude. That's what makes it. The attitude.

I'm not anti-fashion, but I've always had a bit of a punk attitude. That's important, I think. I do my own thing.

Punk was defined by an attitude rather than a musical style.

I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.

Sudah gue bilang: punk is only hibernating, not dead!

All punk rockers hate Christmas.

I definitely was attracted to similar things in punk and science. They both depend on a healthy dose of skepticism.

Punk is not just the sound, the music. Punk is a lifestyle.

I was a fan of heavy music - first metal, then punk, then hip hop.

Punk rock has never really had much patience with musical virtuosity. Actually, it'd be more accurate to say that for most of its history, punk has been actively hostile to virtuosity.

The thread of culture that runs through the entire history of punk is also a dedication to challenging the authoritarian.

The two basic social identities were Normal and Greaser; although a few sophisticated girls wore peace signs, hippies didn't exist, and while a seminal punk band, Iggy and the Stooges, was playing in nearby Ann Arbor, punk didn't exist yet, either.

Halfway through the set, the lead singer, who goes by Cloud, knife in hand, begins to stab at the cutout of Copal Brandt with a lion's passion. Out of nowhere blood is produced and Cloud proceeds to rub it all over his own face and body, then on his own bandmates. Afterwards he roars into the microphone, 'Do you know why we're doing this, McAllen? We're doing this FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON!!!!!!!!!

She smashes her knuckles into winterAs autumn's wind fades into blackShe is the saint of all the sinners,the one whose fallen through the cracks...(iViva la Gloria!)

It's not really my problem if they think I'm weird.

It was the freedom to experiment that made this experiment called Freedom possible.

Punker, what's compassion for a world this far gone? The streets don't give a fuck. It's a bummer, your care slides down its target like beads of rain on rock. There's no aquifer for any shit like this. Where does compassion go and can it be returned? You're Donn in this world, with the staff and the purple band. The artificer. Walking the bandoned suites of hell and your eyeballs thinking, what can be saved? Not their gear but its aspects. You started kung fu way later than the rest, and before

In reality punk people are usually the gentlest, kindest folks you'll ever know. They're like hippies, only they wear way more black.

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

You turn me on.” He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.”“God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself.

The fashion look of teens and twentysomethings -once so cutting edge- is now, like most of the music played on the radio, a matter of routine. Safe, tired, everywhere.

Fashion is never wrong.

You know how long's the universe. It's seven million freeways side by side. You know how high. So high the moon just falls. But little punks, you still know the hardcore of the universe. It's cause you're hardcore too. You're made of pure universe, under your bones. And nothing ever starts shit by meaning to. We meant to break down the amerikan dream throwing bottles. All we broke was bottles. What worked was one stolen handful of flax seed. All ages shows in the highschool parkade, and the keys

You'll be having a good time and all of a sudden everyone will start running to the bathroom. If you're going to do drugs just do them in front of everybody, don't be running off to the bathroom. It's rude.

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.

Vladimir stood next to one of the beams on the back porch of our new home, leaning on his back. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds which were his favorites, and he lit one up. He was dressed all in black; black skinny jeans, black studded belt, black tennis shoes, black v neck shirt and he had the hood of his black jacket up over his head. He looked cool and collected, and somewhat villainous.” -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1)