Quotes About Provocation

Yes, that's what made my mother angry, no doubt about it. The ostentatious virility.

So I said, and quickly reached for my glass so as to duck my disingenuous face and take a bitter drop of brandy on my tongue. But Lonoff had read my designing mind, all right; for when I came upon Babel's description of the Jewish writer as a man with autumn in his heart and spectacles on his nose, I had been inspired to add, "and blood in his penis," and had then recorded the words like a challenge—a flaming Dedalian formula to ignite my soul's smithy.

He'd never lost the simple pleasure, which went way back, of making people uncomfortable, comfortable people especially.

Drama and crisis are currency to them because they love the power to make people react. They thrive on a good fight, a good scandal, a good drama.

Now, what's this all about?" she demanded. "They started it, Mom," said Caroline, wringing out the tail of her shirt. "We did not!" said Jake hotly. Eddie turned the hose on Josh." "He dropped his bucket on purpose!" cried Beth. "I did not!" said Josh. Mrs. Malloy looked around curiously. "You kids hardly know each other! How did you get to be enemies so soon?" Wally looked at Caroline. I dare you, his eyes told her.

Caroline didn't know whether she was more angry or excited. Every time the boys did something to them, it just gave the girls an excuse to do something worse.

You might easily be annoyed with me as people are when they are aroused from a doze, and strike out at me;

Zillah took her arm and led her toward the van. Ann kept her arm squeezed against her body so that his fingers would come into contact with the sideswell of her breast. He didn't move his hand away. Soon she felt his fingers begin to move, subtly caressing her, a forefinger darting out to graze her nipple. The nipple shivered erect

But Gedalah had something in mind. He sent four men to collect a dozen pumpkins, and he had them set in the pylons that supported the overhead power line that ran the train, one pumpkin to each pylon. "What are they for?" Mendel asked. "Nothing," Gedaleh said. "They're there to make the Germans wonder why they're there. We've wasted maybe two minutes; they're methodical, they'll waste a lot more.

The tone of his remarks filled me with a burning desire to kick Mr. Horridge; but that being impracticable, I should certainly, if left to myself, have told him to go to the devil and forthwith walked out of the house.

Go to hell and take that with you!" She shouted it right in Amelie's face. Eve was an exotic blaze of color against Amelie's white fury. And then she slapped the Founder in the face.

Ummm…" She licked her lips. "Define fun." "Quit doing that, jailbait. It's distracting.

I'd say over my dead body, but I think you already made that point," Michael snapped. "Thanks for the visit. Now fuck off, man.

Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.

Hey," he said softly. He moved closer to the bars, pressing his face between them. "I always said you were jailbait, but this is ridiculous.

Bite me, Dracula.

How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag? If I have to.

Don't bait the cougars.

It's a guy thing. We have reactions to women in tight leather with whips. It's sort of involuntary.

He leaned down and stared into the lion's savage eyes and said, Come on, then, if you're coming. Take a bite. But if you do, everybody will know it wasn't an accident.

And you look weak as a kitten.' 'Do I?' Myrnin asked, and smiled slowly. It had a sharp edge of lunacy to it. He made a purring sound low in his throat. 'Do try to pet me, then. You can report back how sharp my claws might be, once your throat grows back.' 'Fool.' 'Narrow roundhead.' 'You thieving, insolent Taffy—' 'Enough!' Claire shouted

Oh, like you don't throw a hissy every time somebody trips your angst switch!

Some spray-painted graffiti on the wall asks, Is it nothing to you all who pass by? Lamentations 1:12 and I think, No, Lord, whoever the hell You are, this is not nothing to me. This counts.

Dev's out to pierce the pierced, tattoo the tattooed, and have his way with the messy punk boys who came to our shows not knowing they'll end up wanting to mess around with the guy challenging How big is your cocker spaniel? into the mic.