Quotes About Swagger

He carried himself like a man who liked to fuck and knew he did it well. That subtle sexual arrogance.

We had barracuda jackets and alligator shirts with the collars up. We were wearing the collar up before it was cool.

Cock your hat - angles are attitudes.

Cock your hats, angles are attitudes

One did not act so cheekily nonchalant by accident;

I like so many things! If a thing strikes me with a certain intensity I accept it. I don't want to swagger, but I suppose I'm rather versatile.

I run New York City!

It's hard for people to stampede when they're strutting

Ladies love me I'm on my cool J

Bode Gazzer was five feet six and had never forgiven his parents for it. He wore three-inch snakeskin shitkickers and walked with a swagger that suggested not brawn so much as hemorrhoidal tribulation.

He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.

What the hell. If you had to go, why not go with style?

And then there was the young male walk. At least women swung only their hips. Young men swung everything, from the shoulders down. You have to try to occupy a lot of space. It makes you look bigger, like a tomcat fluffing his tail. The boys tried to walk big in self-defense against all those other big boys out there. I'm bad, I'm fierce, I'm cool, I'd like a pint of shandy and me mam wants me home by nine.

I've seen guys on the street who look the part of a rock star just as much as any rock star. If you feel it and you believe it, then you can get away with it. Rock on!

Showing off is the fool's idea of glory.

Cock your hat - angles are attitudes.

'Don't Even Trip' gave me a chance to really like put some swag on a song. I put the sauce on it.

Our society needs to restablish a culture of swag.

I wanted to dress cool, and get all the ladies.

I guess I have a little bit of an ego. I'm confidently cocky, you might say.

You really do think you're the cat's pajamas, don't you?" I asked Raphael, annoyed with his arrogance.

Some folks look at me and see a certain swagger, which in Texas is called "walking."

And at one point (cough) walking into a chicks knife (cough), he'd finally won. 'I'm king of the world, bitches. Come in here and bask in my glory.' His voice echoed through the foyer, expectant eager. -Strider

Forget a cloak of invisibility. I prefer to wear a cloak of hot as hell-ness." —William the Ever Randy