I'm a bitch who doesn't give a fuck. You and your half-dead face can preach about hymens and demons and other weird words that supposedly mean shit, but that doesn't change the fact that if any of you fuckers get in my way, I'm gonna kick some twisted-ass ass. You hear me, dick? I'm a hot bitch angel named Panty. And no matter what anyone says, I DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT!
Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're gonna do something incredibly... stupid.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
I am not what you call a civilized man! I have done with society entirely, for reasons which I alone have the right of appreciating. I do not, therefore, obey its laws, and I desire you never to allude to them before me again!
Some people felt you were a bit of a jerk. It's because you took very seriously your dream that you shouldn't take anything seriously even though the contradiction implied a passion that was relentlessly opposed to frivolity.
Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy! Now something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Now action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in
Mama's torn, hands cover her sunken face. We're hungry but their belly's full. The structure is set you never change it with a ballot poll.
— Rage Against the Machine, "Down Rodeo"
A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy; to do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from him suffer). A chaotic neutral may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. [...] Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal.
A rolling stone gathers no moss. There is only today. Be like the wind and be taken wherever fate sees fit. He who fights fate courts folly. You only live once. Power to those who do not wish for power. Avoid anything in a uniform. Challenge the old orders.
Trust not in their appearance, for the Eldar are as utterly alien to good, honest men as the vile Tyranids and savage Orks. They are capricious and fickle, attacking without cause or warning. There is no understanding them for there is nothing to understand - they are a random force in the universe.
[Computer], you're not looking at the big picture here. The biggest threat to an advanced species is complacency. They become so comfortable that they lose their ability to adapt. A big change comes along and they go extinct. By selflessly providing a constant source of chaos, I keep that from happening. True, it's bad in the short run. But in the long run, people like me are vital to the survival of the human race. (scene cut) Great news! The computer doesn't want to kill me anymore. Now it just wants a big bottle of aspirin!
Glon: Oh, I'm just going to put into motion a chain of events that will rock the very foundations of the seats of power from here to the outer edges of the North Realm. Mrs. Bloodhand: Is this fueled by any aspirations for your own advancement or are you doing it for the good of the many? Glon: Oh neither. I'm enjoying the sheer beauty of chaos. But if any doors happen to open my way...
I have a secret love of chaos. There should be more of it. Do not believe and I am dead serious when I say this do not assume that order and stability are always good, in a society or in a universe. The old, the ossified, must always give way to new life and the birth of new things. Before the new things can be born the old must perish.
I probably took more than anybody could survive... I was bangin' seven-gram rocks and finishing them because that's how I roll... I'm different. I have a different constitution, I have a different brain, I have a different heart. I got tiger blood, man... Dying's for fools, dying's for amateurs.