Quotes About Provocation

But that was the way of it everywhere: there you were, getting on with things, minding your own business, and suddenly some arsehole decides to start a war.

I don't know about you, but I say we shoot the fuckers, bury the bodies and deny they were ever here." - Mordecai

No, whoever was out there didn't want to take her in. But his sights were on her, gun sights, steady. Clear. She stared into them, and with a mocking smile, mouthed the words, I dare you!" (Cassie Sinclair) *** He smiled at the challenge. One day, she just might dare him too far, but he doubted it would be a bullet he'd penetrate her with. (Unknown Breed)

No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don't I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.

Such writing is a sort of mental masturbation - [Keats] is always frigging his imagination. - I don't mean that he is indecent but viciously soliciting his own ideas into a state which is neither poetry nor any thing else but a Bedlam of vision produced by raw pork and opium.

What did I think of him? I, who'd worked with him hand-in-glove longer than all the rest, and who knew him better than anyone -- including Mrs. Blackthorne? He was a first-class son of a bitch. But how many men have you known who were first in their class at anything?

Did you know you could kill a person with a hatpin?" she said. "I did not," he said. "Do you speak from experience? Have you murdered anybody? Not that I'd dream of criticizing.

You did… that… on purpose," she said, fighting for breath. "Assuredly. You could not think I kissed you by accident.

Hell, what was one more scandal?

The episode," he said. "You mean when I put my tongue down your throat and lifted your skirts and put my hand on your pudenda in that hardly-worth-mentioning way." "It would be good of you not to mention it," she said.

Come," he coaxed, "tell me a murderous, wicked thought." She scowled at her shoe. "I have wanted to strangle my papa," she muttered. "Egad! Patricide. Well, that's a relief," said he with a grin. "I thought I was the only one.

Alistair did his best to soothe her while he imagined himself leaping across the table, scooping Miss Oldridge out of her chair, and tossing her out of the nearest window.

Dain could not decide what to do with Lady Wallingdon's invitation. A part of his mind recommended he burn it. Another part suggested he urinate on it. Another advised him to shove it down Her Ladyship's throat.

You could start an argument in an empty house.

Gotta be a full moon bringing out the crazy," Mitch said. "Maybe the crazy just follows you," Aidan suggested. In turn, Mitch suggested Aidan was number one. With his middle finger.

Seriously, why are you here? To drive me crazy?" "Well, that does seem fair, since you drove me there a long time ago.

If I call him back here, Cooper whispered in her ear, will you crawl up my body again?

And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.

Bite me, faerie fruitcake.

Pansy, Murphy sneered. Thomas leered at her. You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.

You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone.

That...that bitch.

You want to play head games? Molly snarled, her blue eyes blazing. Let's go.

And the sex," I said. "It will be frequent. Possibly violent. You'll be screaming. Neighbors will make phone calls.