Quotes About Provocation

The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.

I have stood your meanness as long as I intend to. You have played the part of a damn scoundrel, and if you were any part of a man I would slap your jaws and force you to resent it.

We can export terrorism. We can assassinate and set fires inside the territory of the United States as it did to all of us.

War is mankind's most tragic and stupid folly; to seek or advise its deliberate provocation is a black crime against all men.

There are plenty of cases of war being begun before it is declared.

Nowadays wars are not declared. They simply start.

That's the kind of dress that belongs on the floor, all wrinkled up, with the zipper broken and the sleeves torn. That dress isn't right for you at all. In fact, I think you should take it off right now.

The engine roared to life. He ran toward her. She shot our of her parking space. He rushed to the side of her car. "Stop it, Kristy! You're overreacting! Let's talk about this." That was when she did the unthinkable. She rolled down the window, thrust out her hand, and gave Reverend Ethan Bonner the bird.

Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here

He wanted to shake her until every one of her chattering teeth hit the ground. "What the hell are you trying to say? Why did she choose me?" Jodie eyed him warily. "Because she thinks you're stupid.

The question is… How did a girl like Annabelle manage to talk a man like you into joining our silly little family party?" Annabelle smiled sweetly. "I promised he could tie me up afterward and spank me.

Cut the crap and tell me what color panties you're wearing.

Sugar Beth detected the movement and shot him a look that challenged not only his manhood but also his very right to exist on the planet.

The only reason I kissed you was as a distraction from what I really wanted to do, which was strangle you.

What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?

You couldn't be satisfied with being an amateur asshole, could you, Jimbo! You had to go and turn pro on me!

Go to the devil Harry." I turned away, then looked back over my shoulder. "But you already have, haven't you?

I was on the way to becoming a duchess, and I had made the Kingmaker angry. What more could a child of seven have accomplished in one day?

The only interesting answers are those which destroy the questions.

He had a thought that amused him. "Figures, still life, landscape, AND an animal! Zola, eat your hat!" he bellowed.

How do you get me into these fucking conversations? You think too fucking much.

The bravado, the resentment in the writing excites them, but they cannot allow themselves to feel it.

I remembered that it was masculine gestures that aroused me.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it...