Quotes About Provocation

Nothing like a spider in the mouth to get you thinking.

Ale: Are you manipulating me again? T.C.: Try not to fall for it. I dare you.

Be tasteless, rude, and offensive, Live in a swamp and be three dimensional, Put a live chicken in your underwear, Get all excited and go to a yawning festival.

es mejor provocar un estallido, por enorme que sea, que estar en deuda con el mundo por preservarte».

The Perpetrator's Narrative: The story begins with the harmful act. At the time I had good reasons for doing it. Perhaps I was responding to an immediate provocation. Or I was just reacting to the situation in a way that any reasonable person would. I had a perfect right to do what I did, and it's unfair to blame me for it. The harm was minor, and easily repaired, and I apologized. It's time to get over it, put it behind us, let bygones be bygones. The

evil, in fact, is perpetrated by people who are mostly ordinary and who respond to their circumstances, including provocation by the victim, in ways that they feel are reasonable and just.

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Good writing starts strong. Not with a cliché ("Since the dawn of time"), not with a banality ("Recently, scholars have been increasingly concerned with the question of . . ."), but with a contentful observation that provokes curiosity.

For the love of God, will someone please punch me in the face so I can see some stars?

I love discordancy. It makes people ill at ease and wakes up a part of their brain that's normally asleep.

I love it when you talk that sh-t.

Love must be learned again and again... Hate needs no instruction, but waits only to be provoked.

When I really love someone, I can only show it by making aggressive and bad-taste remarks.

If anyone tells me I'm fat, I say, - That's because every time I make love to your wife, she gives me a biscuit

To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.

This is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will.

Live audiences love me because I'm singing and actually am able to f**k with people live over the mic.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

art forgeries achieve what legitimate art accomplishes when legitimate art is most effective, provoking us to ask agitating questions about ourselves and our world.

Imagine a toddler repeatedly striking his mother in the face. Why would he do such a thing? It's a stupid question. It's unacceptably naive. The answer is obvious. To dominate his mother. To see if he can get away with it. Violence, after all, is no mystery. It's peace that's the mystery. Violence is the default.

people get unbelievably upset when you poke them in the axioms

What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash

Eu não entendo nada de pintura, não posso criticar. Mas o que eu gostaria de saber é que coisa o pintor quis mostrar com essa complicação... João olhou a tela mais uma vez: — Antes de tudo ele quis não mostrar a realidade. É uma das maneiras de fazer arte contra o povo. —

Why write, if this too easy activity of pushing a pen across paper is not given a certain bull-fighting risk and we do not approach dangerous, agile, and two-horned topics?

Saber que la belleza es el comienzo de lo terrible. Algo que muchos de tus colegas ignoran.