""I hate Brooklyn"
-Jace Wayland"
— Cassandra Clare (City of Bones)

"Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel."
— Betty Smith

"Google “brooklyn writer” and you’ll get, Did you mean: the future of literature as we know it?"
— Colson Whitehead

"There's a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly . . . survives without sun, water, and seemingly without earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it.
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— Betty Smith (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn)

"She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it"
— Katie Nolan/Betty Smith

"http://www.alphawindows.com"
— Alpha

""Someday you'll remember what I said and you'll thank me for it."

Francie wished adults would stop telling her that. Already the load of thanks in the future was weighing her down. She figured she'd have to spend the best years of her womanhood hunting up people to tell them that they were right and to thank them."
— Betty Smith (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn)

"The truth of the story lies in the details."
— Paul Auster