Quotes About Provocative

I think when you host a radio show, just like Jon Stewart hosts a show, I think sometimes I bring up stuff... that makes people cringe.

People like Ian McEwan and Jonathan Franzen completely bore me.

I feel like I'm the Kanye of the NFL.

I am the Kanye West of food.

I'm not the kind of guy a girl would take home to her mother. She'd kick the girl out and probably call the cops on me.

I was kicked out of school one year for streaking.

It's kind of fun to be sexy.

I'm certainly not a baby kissing, hand slapping, rah rah good guy. I definitely think there's more of an edge to my character.

I am glad to be labeled anti-Semitic.

Of all the labels and tags and epithets people have forced upon me, there's one I don't dislike. I get called the 'enfant terrible.' In every article, it's always there. So I have to give that a meaning.

Leather and lace is such a sexy combination.

Mircea leaned over to refill my wineglass, and a section of his bare chest showed under the robe, along with a hint of dusky nipple. It's a good thing I'm too stuffed to move, I thought hazily. I would so have jumped that.

A gentleman would have announced himself!" I told him, pressing against the side of the tub. "And a scoundrel would have joined you." -- Kit Marlowe to the witch Gillian (shortly before joining her in the tub!)

Some call its twins berries the testicles of Uranus

Stop staring at my dick," he growled. Oh, yes it was definitely an illusion. "Barrons loved me staring at his dick,"I informed it. "he would have been happy if I'd stared at his dick all day long, composing odes to its perfection.

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn't even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she's nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

I can smell you, Ms. Lane," he said, even more softly. "The only blood on you is from your veins, not your womb." My head whipped to the left and I stared at him. Ok, that was one of the more disturbing things he'd ever said to me.

He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.

He's disturbingly sexual to men and women alike in a way that sets your teeth on edge. With Barrons you aren't sure if you're going to get fucked or turned inside out and left a new unrecognizable person adrift with no moorings on a see with no bottom and no rules.

Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred.

Tramp stamp or get the fuck out.