Quotes About Provocative

I am bad mannered, naughty, and one of those few people who lands up in controversies, but I guess that's expected of me.

Q was naughty, you know? He's naughty. He's not evil. He's not all good. He's sort of bad. You get to play him the way you role out of bed in the morning.

You can be a bit more naughty with a live show.

All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl.

'Rednecks' always made me nervous to play, but I'm glad I wrote it and I continue to play it. It's just that the language is so rough.

I'm the kind of person whom you like or hate, you never stay neutral.

I'm writing a new book right now that is like an erotica manifesto.

I may look like the girl next door, but you wouldn't want to live next door to me.

I was never the girl next door.

I may be the girl next door, but you wouldn't want to live next to me.

He had to say that the thing he found most attractive about her was that she had tried to kill herself. Now that was interesting-- sexy, almost, in a morbid kind of way.

Because really, when you get down on your knees on the pew, you're just giving God a blow job.

Anytime I'm around a male body part it's kind of exciting.

I must have bitten Angus Young too, because his brother Malcolm walked up to me in a rage. I was wearing platform boots, and Malcolm's face was eye level with my belly button. You fucking bastard, he roared at my navel. You can bite my brother, fine! But if you fucking bite me, I'll bite your fucking nose off, you dog-faced faggot. I think I said something like you and what stepladder, because before I knew it, he was attacking me, climbing up my leg and clawing at my face like a crazed cat.

Kill the rich, fuck the middle class, marry the poor! Chomsky out!

In the middle of the dinner, a man seated next to Lavinia put his hand on her leg. She put her cigarette out on his hand. The glittering conversation continued

You did that on purpose. Did what on purpose? Wore the don't-touch suit and the sex goddess perfume at the same time just to drive me crazy. Listen to the suit, Quinn. Dream about the perfume.

But very affectionately. Since you're up on the language, why don't we finish the night off by… She rose up to whisper in his ear, ending the provocative Italian with a quick nip on his lobe. Ummm. He didn't have a clue what she'd said, but the blood had cheerfully drained out of his head. I think I'm going to need a translation on that one.

If God didn't want a woman's lips to be kissed, he wouldn't have made them so easy to reach.

Of course naked. What's the point otherwise? She's got the most amazing tattoo on her --

Of course. You were attracted to my allergies and phobias. I've always found them ruthless sexual tools.

Discomfort is sometimes what is most precious to me about great art.

outlining how certain fans of 'NSYNC like to imagine Justin Timber lake getting fisted by Lance Bass. Glenn Dixon surmised that much of the Contemporary Christian genre is driven by artists who literally want to fuck Jesus Christ.

Both lyrically and sonically, glam metal is the sensible accompaniment for removing one's pants for money.