Quotes About Provocation

Rose Hathaway: "You see something you like?" Dimitri Belikov: "Get dressed.

If you touch me," I said pleasantly, "I'll provide you with the ability to see if you can heal yourself. Then we'd see how bad ass you really are.

That shower thing was hilarious," he said when I finished. "It was irresponsible! Why can't anyone see that?" "But that bitch had it coming.

He stepped forward and punched Dorian in the face, hard enough that I heard a thwack. "Ow," moaned Dorian, wincing from the pain. "My greatest asset.

Now get some clothes on before the women around here are driven into a frenzy." He gave me a mournful look. "I'm afraid that'll happen with or without clothes, my dear.

Speaking of that dress," he added, "I still haven't seen it." I laughed softly. "You couldn't handle it." He raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that a challenge, Sage? I can handle a lot." "Not if our history is any indication. Each time I wear some moderately attractive dress, you lose it." "That's not exactly true," he said. "I lose it no matter what you're wearing.

Nothing happened here, okay? None of this did." His eyebrows rose. "Really? Because I could have sworn that something happened when my hand was between your—" "No!" - Dorian and Eugenie

Funny how someone telling you not to do something can talk you into it.

Go away, bitch." Great, A shoe with attitude.

And then, being Rose Hathaway, I said something I really shouldn't have to the boy. "You should go punch him and find out.

Me alegro de que hayas cedido. Me alegro de que tu autocontrol no sea tan fueste como el mio." -"Rose, mi autocontrol es diez veces más fuertes que el tuyo" -"¿Ah, sí? Esa no fue la impresion que yo recibí". -"Espera hasta la próxima vez. Haré cosas para que pierdas el control en cuestión de segundos.

Badger: The cuss you are. Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?

A rowdy little girl who gave way upon the slightest provocation to uncontrollable laughter.

Art is the process of evoking pity and terror, which is not abstract at all but very human. What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudointellectual masturbation . . . whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce -- render emotional -- his audience, each time.

our strategy must be to antagonize them into striking the first blow, the classic 'Pearl Harbor' maneuver of game theory, a great advantage in Weltpolitick.

Abstract design is all right—for wallpaper or linoleum. But art is the process of evoking pity and terror. What modern artists do is pseudo-intellectual masturbation. Creative art is intercourse, in which the artist renders emotional his audience.

Just as this free-lance socialist was gathering up their day's receipts, Joe lets him have it, with a cleaver. Curtain. The only notable thing about it was that Joe acted so quickly and correctly in the crunch, for I feel sure that the only fighting that he had ever tried was that which I forced on him in the 'Libby.

That's what I mean by Guerrilla Ontology; it's getting people to think, giving them puzzles that force them to think.

The woman looked at me as if I had proposed sodomy.

What the fuck are you doing in my house? I could've shot your ass." "Is someone in Los Angeles selling military munitions?" Talk about non sequitur. Jon

Bobby's cheek was swollen and beginning to color but he still managed a grin. Probably because he had a Ruger .380 automatic in his left hand instead of a nightstick. He aimed it at me and said, "Here's where I put the fuck on you, asshole." That Bobby. What a way with words.

In the interest of thinking tragically in order to avoid tragedy, policy makers need to worry about how not to provoke more anarchy than the world has already seen.

Lift that scimitar against me, you Hyrkanian pig and I'll gut you where you stand!

Absence diminishes minor passions and inflames great ones, as the wind douses a candle and fans a fire. La Rochefoucauld, 1613-1680 OBSERVANCE