Knaulisten Quotes & Sayings

I'm rather a cynic, I suppose. I do not believe in the niceness of humanity. — George MacDonald Fraser

Everybody gets a little dose of Shakespeare. He's the greatest playwright in the English language, but his politics are fairly square. — Alex Cox

It took many years to cleanse Arabia of its "false idols." It will take many more to cleanse Islam of its new false idols - bigotry and fanaticism - worshipped by those who have replaced Muhammad's original vision of tolerance and unity with their own ideals of hatred and discord. But the cleansing is inevitable, and the tide of reform cannot be stopped. The Islamic Reformation is already here. We are all living in it. — Reza Aslan

I have never met an author who did not read voraciously as a child. — Christopher Fowler

If I am right, Thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O, teach my heart
To find that better way! — Alexander Pope

I don't know necessarily that I would produce under my own company right now. Producing is not something that I'm thinking about. Directing is something that I will be doing very shortly, trying to figure out what to get my hands on. And I can't imagine writing a script and wanting to direct it and not having a producing credit, because I would want to have a big chunk of power on that end, if I wrote something. — Scarlett Johansson

Never pay for what you steal — Morgan Freeman

Emmanuel Twinning, on the other hand, was gentle and very old, and made his own suits out of hospital blankets, and lived nearby with a horse.
Emmanuel and the skewbald had much in common, including the use of the kitchen, and one saw their grey heads, almost any evening, poking together out of the window. The old man himself, when seen alone, seemed to inhabit unearthly regions, so blue and remote that the girls used to sing:
O come, O come, E-mah-ah-ah-new-el!
An' ransom captive Is-rah-ah-ah-el! ...
At this he would nod and smile gently upon us, moving his lips to the hymn. He
was so very old, so far and strange, I never doubted that the hymn was his. He wore sky-blue blankets, and his name was Emmanuel; it was easy to think he was God. — Laurie Lee