Quotes About Provocation

Watch your step, little witch. You doona wish to anger one such as me.

You have no idea about my pride, Russian. It burns so bright, I hope it fucking blinds you.

I'll get you back for this," Mari whispered to MacRieve. "I don't have to use magick to make you sorry for trying to humiliate me." "I thought your 'tube of lipstick' might bring you round. And I dinna even have to turn it on." Her cheeks burned anew. "Are you done?" "Canna say.

I'll shoot you." "At your bluidy leisure." MacRieve's beast was already stirring. "Let's do this—

I'll shoot you so full of arrows— He held her tight. Eventually, you will run out of those. I make my own, she said between gritted teeth. O' course you do. But I consider your archery our foreplay. So—fire—away.

There, now, a good hiss never hurt anyone.

Fine. We can act like we're fuckups idling about. As per our usual. But if we cap a god, I'm telling everyone I know! Two words: Press. Conference.

RegRad: Screw U & the Lykae U rode in on.

Are you going to want sex with me now? she hastily asked to distract him. Because I already gave at the office__

But what will I do?" "Sit in here. Contemplate why others might feel moved to throw things at you." As he ducked out of the tent, she yelled, "You leave me tied up like a dog? Then you had better remember that this bitch bites!

Kiss this bitch, and she will bite.

I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It's a talent of mine. - Lothaire

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.

We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

I think religion should be treated with ridicule, hatred and contempt, and I claim that right.

Coincidentally, the words RELIGION and BULLSHIT both have eight letters.

What kind of God is it who's upset by a cartoon in Da

Nail me to my car and I'll tell you who you are

I could still box your ears.""Nonsense, " he scoffed. "You couldn't reach that high.

Are you going to put some clothes on?" she blurted out."No. Are you going to take yours off?""No.""Right. Of course not.

No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?

Maybe you're worried that I won't seduce you?

It was never wise to challenge fate to a Hold my beer contest.

Even then, she still held a secret passion for Mozart. When he died in 1791, her grief made her provoke the people into starting the French Revolution. Stepping up to the guillotine herself, she ordered the executioner to behead her, thereby committing assisted suicide.