Quotes About Provocation

So she'd "teased" Lily as their mother called it, unwilling to concede that one of her girls was tormenting the other with the relentlessness of a pilgrim.

She slept hot just the way her words sometimes blew hot.

Bad smells made her angry, they were a personal affront.

He's fiddling around in his pocket...nothing to worry about...all the young ones fiddle around in their pockets...a pistol? an erection?

Ce qui guide encore le mieux, c'est l'odeur de la merde.

Képtelen voltam a bÅ'gést abbahagyni... - Nem! Én csak egy bohóc vagyok, bácsikám! - Nem! Azt már nem! csibém! ... Inkább csak faszfej vagy, kicsikém!

She wanted a reaction. As usual, I felt nothing but the desire not to have a confrontation.

Chucky] Ya peanut headed suckerfool! Take me on! Ya ugly knuckle butted dogface underpants! You think I'm playin'?

L'insulto é l'arma del debole.

Valerie sat back in her seat and sipped at her wine, doing her best to ignore the way Anders's leg was pressing against her own under the table. He had been touching, brushing up against, or sneaking caresses all night. First under cover of their working together in the kitchen and then under cover of the table as they'd eaten. He was driving her wild.

She drawled, I think I'd really like to see that gun of yours later.

I want to be able to hump people's legs and have them do nothing about it.

She was not just inviting scandal, she was inviting it in partnership with ridicule.

I don't advocate violence; but if a man steps on my toes, I'll step on his...

A woman that is patient has the ability to endure provocation, pain, annoyance etc, with much calm and strength.

I think Compton is right when he says that the reason the English use this word is because it is they who think of us as 'barbarians'. They want war, so they are looking for excuses and even a word will do.

Wear that beautiful dress you had on when you first came to Clichy. I want to see the white of your flesh against it. I want to commit excesses.

Life's problems were too limited, that it was a pity, that the function of the artist was to increase these problems, to cause upheavals in the brain, to make people wild and free so that there would be more drama to their lives.

If my father had been working at the 7-Eleven in Wyoming last night, what would he have done? Would he have gone for Elroy's vital-organ zones? Or would he have aimed for his elbows, knees, and shoulders?

The object, the woman, goes out into the world formed as men have formed her to be used as men wish to use her. She is then a provocation. The object provokes its use. It provokes its use because of its form, determined by the one who is provoked. The carpenter makes a chair, sits on it, then blames the chair because he is not standing. When the object complains about the use to which she is put, she is told, simply and firmly, not to provoke.

In the world men seem to exercise power, but all of that comes to nothing in the face of the lust provoked by a woman. Whatever he does to her, she is still more powerful than he is because he wants her, he needs her, he is being driven by a desire for her. In the sexual woman-superior model, power is articulated as being intrinsically female because power is redefined beyond reason, beyond coherence: as if power is in the corpse that draws the vultures.

I've always wanted to see a man beaten to a shit bloody pulp with a high-heeled shoe stuffed up his mouth, sort of the pig with the apple.

Ann Coulter is living proof that you can't make a silk purse out of a horse's ass

Trump-era rules: violence is speech and speech is violence.