Quotes About Provocation

Forceful little thing, aren't you?" "You have no idea. So we doing this or not?" Those lush lips twitched. "Let me get this straight. We're going to the bathroom, and I'm going to fuck you, and you don't even care to know my name?" "I'd actually prefer it if you'd keep your stupid mouth closed." Oops. Her hatred was slipping out. "Well, well. You might just be my soul mate.

At least my balls are bigger than yours," she sneered, shocking me. O-kay. Not so lost anymore. "You sure about that?" Gavin sneered right back, and I couldn't be sure, but it kind of looked like he was fighting a…smile? "Take off your pants and show me." "The only way I'll ever take off my pants in your presence is to use the material to choke you to death.

One day," Dane snarled, "I'm going to put your nuts in a grinder and make a testicle salad sandwich.

You're making me rethink my stance against cold-blooded homicide.

He didn't face her. "I said go away." "Like I'm going to obey you. You aren't my daddy. Unless you want to be. 'Cause I've been a bad, naughty girl and I need a spanking.

Why are you hitting yourself, Jessie Kay? Huh? Huh? Why?

Say goodbye to your PB&J.' At his confused look, I add, 'One day I'm going to knock your penis, brain and jaw right off your-' Slap. Stars wink before my eyes.

Desecrate our temple, will you? Go ahead. However, I suggest you say goodbye to your cock before you do so." Win! Not a challenge, not a challenge, not a fucking challenge. Please don't let that be a challenge. He had a feeling the woman meant what she'd said. If he whipped out Stridy Monster to relieve himself, he'd lose Stridy Monster. And there was no greater tragedy than that. Ask anyone who'd been with him. "Uh

The tops of her breasts pushed upward, beckoning. Lovely, so lovely. Yet they weren't what claimed his attention. Knives were strapped to every inch of visible skin. Some were twined with the bra's straps. Some were simply taped. With what, he didn't know. He only knew he liked it. A lot. Took him a while, but he finally dropped the last to the floor. He

How are you doing, son?" "If you don't get started, I'll rip out your heart and have it for breakfast." - Michael to Solo

You resist, and it drives me wild.

Also, I don't want her suspended after only two days just because she did the entire school a favor and fed you your own teeth.

When I flip you off, run. I've just told you how many seconds you have left to live.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, the middle one is for you.

Apparently, dancing for him and throwing herself at him weren't enough. Apparently, she had to nearly commit murder to arouse him enough to attack her.

The history of sex is the history of glimpses: first ankles, then cleavage, then knees. More recently, tattoos, navel rings, tongue studs, underwear…" (p. 92).

I pretty much wanted to strangle her.

It is almost impossible to carry the torch of truth through a crowd without singeing somebody's beard.

Diogenes, filthily attired, paced across the splendid carpets in Plato's dwelling. Thus, said he, do I trample on the pride of Plato. Yes, Plato replied, but only with another kind of pride.

Never wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty and the pig likes it.

Standing ovations have become far too commonplace. What we need are ovations where the audience members all punch and kick one another.

Elara reached over, picked up a folder from her desk, and held it in front of her so only her eyes were visible. What are you doing? Waiting for your head to explode. I don't want to miss it, but I don't want to be splattered with gore.

Look what the cat dragged in." He was playing to the audience. Never good. "Is he talking to me or you?" Curran asked. His voice was deceptively light. "I don't know," I said. "But I'm sure he'll get around to telling us.