Quotes About Provocation

You shouldn't shoot people," said Lord Caterham in a tone of mild remonstrance. "You shouldn't really. I daresay some of them richly deserve it—but all the same it will lead to trouble.

Put that in your moustache and smoke it.

Young women do not faint nowadays, monsieur, without considerable provocation.

You know what, sweetheart? If you ever feel even slightly inclined to come into my office and seduce me while I'm writing, you should act on it. Immediately. Even if I'm on the phone with my editor. Even if my parents are there. Even if I happen, for whatever reason, to be hosting a meeting with the pope. I will stop the discussion, and I will pleasure you right then and there, in a wholly spectacular fashion.

Lester starts unbuttoning Angela's blouse. She seems disconnected from what's happened. Lester pulls her blouse open, exposing her breasts.

Oh, drop dead, you miserable cow.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

There are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us.

I am afraid of blood, but for some reason often I put blood in my photos... I don't know why.

There is only one absinthe drinker, and that's the man who painted this idiotic picture.

An imam should be able to say that homosexuals are worse than pigs. My only demand is that you mustn't incite violence.

I don't wanna ever make jingles. I wanna do something that changes people's opinions and provokes thought and makes them think about how they should live their life and how they can better themselves and empower themselves.

When my time on earth is gone, and my activities here are passed, I want they bury me upside down, and my critics can kiss my ass!

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!

If you want to get your point across, you gotta cuss.

I got tired of going to places and people wanting to pick fights with me or to prove something themselves or their drunk friends, so I decided to stop going out.

I like causing trouble. It's the teddy boy in me. I used to be a teddy boy. Feeling slightly inferior and wanting to cause a bit of bother and get some action going on in the room rather than get bored stiff. Does that make sense?

Little wars start big wars.

We warned you, Colette. You fucked around—and you found out.

Gloria was still talking, something about how shooting people was in a sense safer than making art, in terms of avoiding serious lapses in taste.

Like a child at bedtime who insists she's not tired, Celia's provocation was all unproductive, almost self-negating. Sometimes I thought this was just her scorpion nature, but other times it seemed to me that she had settled on this pose purposefully, out of some dimly perceived, horribly misplaced idea that the job of an artist was to hide her light under the darkest bushel possible and wait for a dedicated acolyte to be drawn to it like a clairvoyant moth.

I'm going to kill you." "Could you kiss me first?" Reese murmured, extending her good hand. Tory moved between Reese's parted legs, resting her palm on Reese's thigh for support. "Hmm, I suppose." "Then I'll go happy.

If I push a few of your buttons I'm probably doing my job as a teacher!

He who turns the other cheek is a cowardly dog -- a Christian dog.