#cares

I've never dreamed of being famous. The idea of it really scares me. ↗

— Jeremy London

#being famous #dreamed #famous #i #idea

Acting scares me. ↗

— John Lurie

#me #scares

It is not the cares of today, but the cares of tomorrow, that weigh a man down. ↗

— George MacDonald

#down #man #today #tomorrow #weigh

But especially if you have the wrong people within your circle. Truthfully, at the end of the day, no one cares about you in this business whether they are your agent or your manager or your publicist. ↗

— Heather Matarazzo

#agent #business #cares #circle #day

The physical part of comedy is as hard as a lot of action movies. It scares me, but in a way that I like. ↗

— Rachel McAdams

#action movies #comedy #hard #i #like

You know, sometimes I get moments of inspiration when I'm writing something and then the task seems so daunting that it just kind of scares me away. ↗

— Adam Pascal

#daunting #get #i #inspiration #just

Number one is that it just scares people! Your hair is standing up on your arms, or at least that there's a few moments when you're jumping. That's what makes it a good horror movie. ↗

— Gina Philips

#few #good #hair #horror #horror movie

Wal-Mart doesn't really care about your faith. Wal-Mart cares if you have money to spend, and it is going to be as generic as possible in exploiting the holiday season for every buck it can make. ↗

— Richard Roeper

#buck #care #cares #every #exploiting

So this guy, Jeff Johnson, who is an accountant who cares nothing at all about a free press and cares nothing about journalism, he's a right winger who supported the war, you know, who two years ago told people he couldn't stand a word that I wrote. ↗

— Robert Scheer

#accountant #ago #cares #free #free press

Max, you can change your mind.” His voice was like autumn leaves dropping lightly onto the ground. “I don’t know how.” Then my throat felt tight, and I rubbed my fists against my eyes. I dropped my face onto my arms, crossed over my knees. This sucked! I wanted to be back with the oth- Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me. ↗

— James Patterson

#change-your-mind #kiss #kissing #love #oh-my-god