Knoppers Quotes & Sayings

I used to do impersonations: Harry Butler in the wild, or I'd do Gough Whitlam. — David Wenham

I used to run away from school to my village. But later, I went to the U.S. for studies and lost touch. — Randeep Hooda

Of all things, I do like a Conspiracy! It's so interesting! — Lewis Carroll

There are days I like going out, and days I like to sit naked with the remote control on my thigh, watching 'Breaking Bad.' I'm in love with that TV show. And 'Louie' on FX. And 'The Newsroom' - well, I don't know if I like it, but I'm obsessed with it. It's so Sorkin-y. But I've got some friends on there, so it's good to support them. — Christopher Mintz-Plasse

Attacks on a politician's identity - questioning Romney's religion, say, or Obama's birthplace - tend to come when an opponent is desperate and can't sell himself. — Jon Meacham

Murrow covered something because it needed coverage. He wasn't trying to get an audience just for the sake of it. — Daniel Schorr

No matter who you are, black, white, green, there's going to be things in your way, you know what I mean? — Nas

He had a way of believing in people long before they believed in themselves, didn't he? — Rae Carson

Sobering up was responsible for breaking up my marriage. That's what it couldn't stand. — James Taylor

She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest of souls, and when she smiled, revealing her small, white teeth, one might be tempted to say that a rose is merely a plant, and ivory just an elephant's tusk. — Jose Rizal

A baby almost killed me as I walked to work one morning. By passing beneath a bus shelter's roof at the ordained moment I lived to tell my tale. With strangers surrounding me I looked at what remained. Laoughter from heaven made us lift our eyes skyward. The baby's mother lowered her arms and leaned out her window. Without applause her audience drifted off, seeking crumbs in the gutters of this city of God. Xerox shingles covered the shelter's remaining glass pane, and the largest read:
Want to be crucified. Have own nails.
Leave message on machine.
The fringe of numbers along the ad's hem had been stripped away. My shoes crunched glass underfoot; my skirt clung to my legs as I continued down the street. November dawn's seventy-degree bath made my hair lose its set. Mother above appeared ready to take her own bow; I too, as ever, flew on alone. — Jack Womack

Well don't just hit 'em, you lazy bastards!" he shouted in a broken voice. "Pull 'em! — Joe Abercrombie