Kioka Owens Quotes & Sayings

Yuki: "What can I learn from a stupid cat like you? You didn't even know that Jason isn't really a bear. He's a character in a horror film."
Kyo: "Yeah? So what if I didn't? Like I'd waste my time watching some movie about a bear!"
Yuki: You truly are an idiot. — Natsuki Takaya

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Nah. I'm just yankin' your chain. — June Casagrande

If I had to teach someone just one thing about lip color it would be this: Find a lipstick that looks good on your face when you are wearing absolutely no makeup. — Bobbi Brown

If fathers who fear fathering and run away from it could only see how little fathering is enough. Mostly, the father just needs to be there. — Frank Pittman

I like conventions. I like meeting and greeting. I'm perched on that edge where I'm getting more attention than I quite know what to do with, though. — Laurell K. Hamilton

No country. is as harsh as the world. — Fernando Meirelles

People in magazines are 50% bimbo and 50% pregnant women. — Karl Lagerfeld

my chest tightens so much it physically hurts. The last image I see when I glance back is the door closing as Jackson's head falls into his hands. Now I know what it feels like to lose your heart. — Corinne Michaels

The man who knows must discharge a function. The one who does not, cannot arrogate one to himself; he can only try to do so. — Idries Shah

The irony about selling out is that they only call you a sell-out when your stuff finally sells - I've had products bearing my name since I was 14, but nobody was buying them then. — Tony Hawk

I don't like this." Cormac punched the stone of the wall as he paced the room. He'd been periodically punching things all day and I'd been graciously not commenting on it. — Donna Augustine

When even your fans are writing to tell you to get a life, you know you need to listen. — Thom Yorke

Kiss me, Rothgreb." He smiled down at her, a trace of his old devilment in his blue eyes. "Naughty girl." But he bussed her cheek and patted her hand. "My lovely, naughty girl." "Vim — Grace Burrowes

I became interested in film as a viewer when I was a teenager. I would spend entire afternoons in an arthouse theater in downtown Santiago. I didn't really expect to be a filmmaker back then. But it was clearly an interest. — Omar Zuniga

Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he'd come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer.
A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. "WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?"
"Er," Alec said. "It's me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood."
There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway. — Cassandra Clare