Kj Charles Quotes & Sayings

Fear, unfortunately, is a very big thing, and there's a great variety of kinds. — Henry James

Anthology shows as a whole scare people. The networks can't quite get their heads around it. — Todd McFarlane

Children of the night?' 'Believe me, they're down — Simon Clark

I frustrate myself as a writer. There are certain things that I'll think, 'Well, that would be really fun to play ... if somebody else was playing this character.' — Lena Dunham

There are only two kinds of faces: Sincere and insincere! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Either stick to tradition or see that your inventions be consistent. — Horace

The secret of rulership is to combine a belief in one's own infallibility with a power to learn from past mistakes. — George Orwell

Patience slows down time and more can happen when time is slowed down. That's the secret of patience. — Art Hochberg

Very few recognize science as the high adventure it really is, the wildest of all explorations ever taken by human beings, the chance to glimpse things never seen before, the shrewdest maneuver for discovering how the world works. — Lewis Thomas

There are enough scary rock & roll mothers in the world. — Tori Amos

If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges? — John Dryden

She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when she asked you to, you'd given up the thing you most wanted."
Archer received this strange communication in silence. His eyes remained unseeingly fixed on the thronged sunlit square below the window. At length he said in a low voice: "She never asked me. — Edith Wharton

Jesus Christ, bro, what the hell were you doing in there? Shaving your legs? Thirteen-year-old girls take shorter showers than that!"

"I was literally in there for five minutes. — Elle Kennedy

lick you stupid cat! — Erin Hunter

With mimicry, with praises, with echoes, or with answers, the poets have all but outsung the bell. The inarticulate bell has found too much interpretation, too many rhymes professing to close with her inaccessible utterance, and to agree with her remote tongue. The bell, like the bird, is a musician pestered with literature. — Alice Meynell