Knuts Quotes & Sayings

Those who seek the divine want to make this world a better place, which first requires that we communicate. — Keith Ellison

We do not think it necessary to prove that a quack medicine is poison; let the vender prove it to be sanative. — Thomas B. Macaulay

A man never stoops so low as when he rises to the challenge of politics. — Hunter S. Thompson

How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation. — John Updike

You can be affected by a person because of something particular they said or did but sometimes how a person was, a manner of being, that gets most deeply absorbed, and prompts you to revisit certain parts of your life with an enhanced perspective, flowing forward right up to now. — Chang-rae Lee

Understand that you and you alone create your own opportunities, whether they come to you in the form of a lottery ticket, or a promotion, you brought that into your life. — Stephen Richards

There have always been and there always will be the peripheral sideline activities which are a form of entertainment, which is to say you pay a couple of cents and you see something freakish. That is what reality TV is. — Mike Leigh

I would like, stare at my salad, and that was like really the first time I ever really had like flashes of the whole world like falling apart of collapsing. Like, the salad just didn't make any sense at all, if that makes any sense. Like, 'what the hell is happening, why is there like, little pieces of plants on a plate? Like, what is going on?' and it's like this little moments when like nothing makes any sense at all."
- — Andrew VanWyngarden

Hagrid!" said Harry loudly. "There's an owl - " "Pay him," Hagrid grunted into the sofa. "What?" "He wants payin' fer deliverin' the paper. Look in the pockets." Hagrid's coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets - bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, peppermint humbugs, teabags . . . finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins. "Give him five Knuts," said Hagrid sleepily. "Knuts?" "The little bronze ones." Harry counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl held out his leg so Harry could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then he flew off through — J.K. Rowling

Sod it. If he laid a finger on my David, I'd just have to use my newfound martial arts mojo and kick him in the Knuts. — J.L. Merrow