If.... Quotes

In this allegorical story, a revolution led by pupil Mick Travis takes place at an old established private school in England.

Mick Travis: The thing I hate about you, Rowntree, is the way you give Coca-Cola to your scum, and your best teddy bear to Oxfam, and expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the rest of your frigid life.

Mick Travis: One man can change the world with a bullet in the right place.

Mick Travis: There's only one thing you can do with a girl like this. Walk naked into the sea together as the sun sets. Make love once... Then die.

Peanuts: Paradise is for the blessed. Not for the sex-obsessed.

Mick Travis: There's no such thing as a wrong war. Violence and revolution are the only pure acts.

Mick Travis: When do we live? That's what I want to know.

Denson: Whips: Anyway, this homosexual flirtatiousness is so adolescent!
Rowntree: Whips: What's the matter Denson... aren't you keen?

The Girl: Go on. Look at me. Look at my eyes. I'll kill you. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and my eyes get bigger and bigger. And I'm like a tiger. I like tigers. Rrrrah!

Headmaster: Those who are given most also have most to give.

Mick Travis: The whole world will end very soon - black, brittle bodies peeling into ash...

Mick Travis: I don't see what difference the speed makes... the speed of the nail...

Mick Travis: War is the last possible creative act.