Cage York Quotes

#1. There's a thin line baby. A thing line between love and hate. -Cage York

Abbi Glines

#2. Low, a guy doesn't fall in love with you and have you love him back then just throw it away. You're too special. After being loved by you, he can't completely forget. He's haunted by it. I'd bet my life on it. -Cage York

Abbi Glines

#3. Locks or no locks, you're not going to cage me in.

Collette West

#4. It was a voice that you felt you had to listen to - or you ignored at your peril.

Alexander McCall Smith

#5. Whenever anyone asked me what I'd do if I wasn't a singer, I'd say, 'Oh, I'd have a cooking show.'

Kimberly Schlapman

#6. Terrorism is one of the cardinal sins that the Koran threatens with hellfire.

Fethullah Gulen

#7. For the record I don't believe in Fate. I believe that the pieces have been placed. The ending hasn't been written yet.

Kendare Blake

#8. Necessity is not a fact; it's an interpretation.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#9. I did a twenty foot print and John Cage is involved in that because he was the only person I knew in New York who had a car and who would be willing to do this.

Robert Rauschenberg

#10. But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.

Will Carleton

#11. If you believe, the evidence is all around you. If you don't believe, no evidence can be enough. All

Andrew Klavan

#12. If you have to beg, then beg. If you have to barter, then barter. If you have to be creative, then be creative. Just don't be a victim of your circumstance.

Gary Keller

#13. The first time I came to New York in 1952, I was busy with music. I made the acquaintance at this period with John Cage, and also the acquaintance of Varese for the first time. We were very good friends. He gave me some scores, and we recorded them a little later.

Pierre Boulez

#14. No excuses; those were just weak.

Abbi Glines

#15. There are two sorts of losers - the good loser, and the one who can't act.

Laurence J. Peter

#16. How can old wounds heal while maggots linger so richly?

Kazuo Ishiguro