Jeff Cooper Quotes

Defiance rose up like vomit. I swung back and yelled, "Don't ever do that again!

I am not here to pass civilities or compliments with you, but on other business. I have stood your meanness as long as I intend to. You have played the part of a damned scoundrel, and are a coward, and if you were any part of a man I would slap your jaws and force you to resent it. You may as well not issue any more orders to me, for I will not obey them... and as I say to you that if you ever again try to interfere with me or cross my path it will be at the peril of your life.

Do you—do you think I want to—do you think I give a—I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!" Harry roared. "You will," said Dumbledore sadly. "Because you are not nearly as mad at me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it.

I'll teach you to kick me...' You don't need to teach me--I already know how!

Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!" Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.

If someone hits me I consider it a challenge.

Don't tell me to watch the beat. You watch me.

When people tell me that I'm a hothead, I have one response, 'You got a problem with that?'

I'm just a regular guy, but if you cross me it will get physical.

Don’t mess with me, sir, or you will get stung.

I'll fight anybody. I've been saying that for I don't know how long.

I just like punching loudmouths in the face.

You want to call me out for being a person? Bring it on.

I'm ready to fight anybody.

I was never the person to try and be the centre of attention or to talk a lot. I was always the person who, if you say something, I'd just punch you in your face. For real.

I know if someone talked trash to me, I'd want to kick his butt.

I do not want to get hit in the face for real. I'll get mad.

Critics who attack my wife bug me. It makes me want to pay 'em a visit so I could give 'em a good punch in the nose.

I must of woke up this morning with a bug up my ass, I think I'll just haul off and belt the next jerk that I pass.

You want some? Come get some!

The temptation was great to muster what force we could and put up a fight. It's the easiest way out, and the most satisfactory to self-respect--but, nearly invariably, the stupidest.

It was the kind of talk that made me want to break off a limb and take to whacking her and that bunch of hypocrites across the back of the head.

You are such a chick." I widened my eyes in mock surprise. "No way. Are you sure?" Sighing again, he rubbed at the tattoos on his wrist. "Mackenzie was right. You aren't slayer material." Before he had time to register my intentions, I threw a punch. My sore, swollen knuckles slammed into his cheekbone, thrusting his head to the side. Pain shot up my arm, but I bit my tongue to stop a moan. "You were saying?" He popped his jaw, rubbed at the reddening skin-and slowly grinned. "Okay, so now I understand why Cole likes you. You're worse than Kat.