Quotes About Kit

When I'm applying for a new passport or something, someone will call me Christopher. Other than that, no one ever calls me Christopher.

There are somewhere between 20,000 and 30,000 working magic professionals in the world, and since we debuted our Magic Kit, we have sold over 1 million. So it's for people who have a strong interest, but be it for one trick or a lifetime, we will be there for them. We will guide them so they don't waste their money.

When I travel, I always take my Winsor & Newton watercolor kit, which is the size of a pack of cigarettes when folded up. I bought my first one in the 1980s. It was handy to bring on trips, and I packed it into a leather pouch along with a couple of brushes, a pencil, an eraser and paper.

No one who knows my personal situation would think I am not sympathetic to the needs of the active forces.

On the ground, I am a professional cricketer - I don't need to wear lipstick. If I want to look good, I know when to wear make-up. I do not accept it being put on my face when I am wearing the India kit.

A helmet is the most important part of any jockey's kit because of the number of falls you take, so I wouldn't want to be wearing anything on the track unless it had been thoroughly tested.

As a player, you just pick up your kit, go out, and train or wait for the ref to blow the whistle.

it is difficult not to wonder what the outcome would have been if the Entente had simply held its ground in France and Belgium and tackled Germany and Austria-Hungary by sending every piece of kit they could spare to the Russians - which is not unlike what happened until 1944 in the Second World War.

As a feminist you mustn't blame the other woman," a neighbor told her. "As a feminist I request that you no longer speak to me," Kit replied.)

There is even a rather delightful publication for children called The Punctuation Repair Kit, which takes the line Hey! It's uncool to be stupid! - which is a lie, of course, but you have to admire them for trying.

It's blackmail.' 'He says you can't love someone properly without …' 'I bet he does.' Kit sounded sarcastic.

You've been to Lough Glass.' There was a pause. And then with a heavy menace he said: 'And if you know what's good for you I wouldn't go again.' Then he moved away. Louis had gone white. What did the fellow mean? He saw Stevie put his arm around Kit's shoulder and she held his hand tightly. Kit McMahon, Lena's daughter. And her boyfriend. But they didn't know, for God's sake. None of them knew.

The bottom line is that most cycling kit exists for a reason. The padded shorts, for example, might look silly, but if you are riding for any length of time on a small, thin saddle you are going to feel it.

There are things in this world, she said steadily, still holding Zane's eyes, that defy easy words. There are things in this world worth protecting, fragile things, secret things. Things that would do great harm should they ever be handled carelessly. Rue. The marquess loomed just beyond her. Things like magic. She touched a finger to Zane's cheek, a shock of warmth. Things like love. -Rue, Zane, & Kit

Baines's smirk gave the words layers Kit did not care to think about.

Baines smiled, voice like a velvet glove across the back of Kit's neck.

His true voice rang Kit like a bell, with a sensation of flying. Or falling.

Kit's voice stayed level, amused, but there was a honeyed rasp in it that Will knew for sheerest hatred.

Will glanced over his shoulder, and saw Kit's eyes drop a second too late to hide the intensity of his regard. Relief and pity warred in him, and a cold white flame he knew for bitter, possessive love.

The poet stripped off his gloves with an elegantly negligent gesture and smiled up at the Queens. Will wondered if anyone else could see what Kit's smile cost.

Whatever moved in Kit was vast and slow, a symphony of emotion that swelled from discord into something complex and bittersweet and whole.

No one spoke, and Kit realized they were all listening as intently to his quiet conversation with Murchaud as if they leaned close over a candle-lit table in some table, whispering conspiracies.

I'faith, Kit, is there any man in Elizabeth's court you haven't let bugger you?" "There's a few I've buggered instead." Kit waited for the chuckle. Will did not fail him.

The cold wind tugged Kit's hair, a sensation like the caress of Lucifer's feathers.