Infamous Sasha Quotes & Sayings

My Flame, my tortured boy, had broken through the last of his defenses. He had found his voice. Flame, my always and forever, had found his song, like I had found mine. And through our love, he had finally found the courage to sing. — Tillie Cole

The simplest tool of the writer is repetition ... The simplest tool of the writer is repetition. — Philip Gerard

I'm really interested in the current tech world because of my brother Michael. Since we were little kids, in the 1970s, he was dealing with the first computers. He works for the government. — Jimmi Simpson

That's the reality in the Catholic Church today You don't want to build something that will be OK for now, when you know this large population is going to get bigger. — Mary Gauthier

Because when you cared about people, you handed them a little piece of your heart, and with those hands, they had the power to cause pain. — Shelley Coriell

One thing you learn: if you want to reveal yourself, you also have to know where to stop. — Keith Jarrett

The day after we had pitched a game, it was our duty to stand at the gate, and afterwards to count the tickets. I remember counting 30,000 tickets one day at the Polo Grounds in New York. — Kid Nichols

The last time I was this close to him, it was a commotion of touching. His hands, picking apart the rigid panels of my exoskeleton. His mouth, finding mine with the certainty of a meteor. — Brenna Yovanoff

There was a man with tongue of wood who essayed to sing,
and in truth it was lamentable;
but there was one who heard the clip-clapper of this tongue of wood,
and knew what the man wished to sing,
and with that the singer was content. — Stephen Crane

When Fortune knocks, open the door,' they say. But why should one make fortune knock, by keeping the door shut? — Idries Shah

The first step of the terrible journey toward feeling somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east of the sun and west of the moon. — John Ashbery

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. — John Milton