Quotes About Provocation

Art is not supposed to repeat what you already know. It is supposed to ask questions.

She settled for snatching up the apple strudel still warm in its tinfoil shroud and throwing it at him. 'I'll give you darkness, you sanctimonious fucker!

I wasn't sure how I'd gone from feeling sorry towards Jeane to baiting her into a full-on strop-attack. It was just she was so full of bullshit and someone needed to call her on it and … and … she reacted so beautifully. You just lit the fuse, stood well back and watched her explode.

You are bad and mean and I'm going to spit on your cupcakes.

I suggested that we might buy one hundred seats for one of Rochester's symphony concerts. We would select a concert in which the music would be relatively quiet. The hundred blacks who would be given tickets would first be treated to a three-hour pre-concert dinner in the community, in which they would be fed nothing but baked beans, and lots of them; them the people would go to the symphony hall--with obvious consequences.

Make the enemy live up to their own book of rules. You can kill them with this, for they can no more obey their own rules than the Christian church can live up to Christianity.

Afraid you won't be able to keep up," needled Volant, interrupting. "I thought you were The Fastest Flier in the Sky?!" "Really," said Gabby. "That's how you're going to play this?" "Yep, slowpoke, that's how I'm going to play it." And without another word, Volant the eagle launched into the air, pointed south, with not so much as a glance back.

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I hope a shark tries to suck your cock!

The next person who tells me something like, "Squiggle-fuck the rightwise cock-swatter with a starboard jib," is going to get a knife to the throat.

If only this city's entire population of lurking assholes shared one set of balls, so I could kick it repeatedly.

Are you smarter than my chicken?" cried a weathered, wild-haired woman holding a nonplussed bird over her head. At her feet was a wooden board covered with numbers and arcane symbols. "Lay your bets! Test your wits against a trained fowl! One coppin a try! Are you smarter than my chicken? You might be in for a surprise!

May they all be stricken with the screaming fire-shits." He sipped his

Madam, you're complicating our night, so before we come in and complicate yours, kindly cork your bullshit bottle and close the gods-damned window!

Go fold yourself in half," said Locke, "and lick your ass.

You can't, can you?" "Can't what?" "Can't tell me to get lost. Not to my face, not now that I've called you out. You don't really want me to go away." "I do not have to explain myself by your terms!" "Better cinch up that jacket, Sabetha, I think your conscience is showing.

HE BROKE the Secret Peace the first night I had him, the cheeky little bastard.

In 2013, a 59-year-old man named Alan Markovitz was upset at his ex-wife for cheating on him, bought a house next to hers and installed a giant $7,000 statue of a hand giving the finger aimed at her house.

He glared at Jorge. "I doubt you're American, but we'll throw you in as a bonus.

Fools show their annoyance at once, but the prudent overlook an insult. (Prov. 12:16 NIV)

I think that Shakespeare is a s***. Absolute s***! He may have been a genius for his time, but I just can't relate to that stuff. "Thee and thous" - the guy sounds like a faggot.

How come there's no terrorism with humor, which is a great way to humiliate your enemy? It's a great time for that.

Polemical debates happen all the time in France.

Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back, I hope you feel it.