Quotes About Brooklyn

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Cassandra Clare
“I hate Brooklyn.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

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

Betty  Smith
“Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?”
Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Kate Carlisle
“Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. Other than that, I was on my own. It was sad though. Where was the chivalry of yesteryear?”
Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

Lev Grossman
“As a teenager in Brooklyn Quentin had often imagined himself engaged in martial heroics, but after this he knew, as a cold immutable fact, that he would do anything necessary, sacrificing whatever or whomever he had to, to avoid risking exposure to physical violence. Shame never came into it. He embraced his new identity as a coward. He would run in the other direction. He would lie down and cry and put his arms over his head or play dead. It didn't matter what he had to do, he would do it and be glad.”
Lev Grossman, The Magicians

Julius Thompson
“The most special times in a person's life are not meant to last forever. They're like bubbles rising from a plastic ring dipped into a soapy solution. The soap bubbles rise, with the sun flashing brilliant colors, then bursts into a showery memory mist.”
Julius Thompson, A Brownstone in Brooklyn

Kate Carlisle
“I had to say it gave me a warm feeling to picture Meredith Winslow spending twenty years or so in an ill fitting orange jumpsuit, cozying up to a great big girl named Beulah”
Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

Jonathan Lethem
“Apparently Brooklyn needn't always push itself to be something else, something conscious and anxious, something pointed toward Manhattan.... Brooklyn might sometimes also be pleased, as here on Flatbush, to be its grubby, enduring self.”
Jonathan Lethem, The Fortress of Solitude

Don DeLillo
“Everyone who does not live in Berlin lives in Brooklyn now.”
Don DeLillo

Kate Christensen
“It happened every single day in Brooklyn: awaken to fresh glory, fall asleep to blight and ruin.”
Kate Christensen, The Astral

Kate Carlisle
“He'd once explained that when he was a boy his very proper parents had forbidden him and his brothers to curse in the house so 'feather buckets' was the young boys coded way of saying 'f*ck it”
Kate Carlisle, Homicide in Hardcover

Dallas Athent
“To people from 'Brooklyn-Brooklyn' North Brooklyn is really just South Queens.”
Dallas Athent

Corey Ann Haydu
“We’re all a little broken, on the sidewalk. On the street. In the city.”
Corey Ann Haydu, The Careful Undressing of Love

Corey Ann Haydu
“Even the worst things about Devonairre Street are better than the rest of the city.”
Corey Ann Haydu, The Careful Undressing of Love

Joan Rivers
“Everything comes out of smoke and mist and nothingness, a mystical happening…”
Joan Rivers, Enter Talking

Joan Rivers
“The act of creation fascinates me. You can only sit with blank page and wait. You cannot press a button, cannot program it.”
Joan Rivers, Enter Talking

Joan Rivers
“Liked" was the kiss of death. "Loved" or "hated" interested him. At least the performer had aroused emotion.”
Joan Rivers, Enter Talking

Joan Rivers
“The revelation that personal truth can be the foundation of comedy, that outrageousness can be cleansing and healthy…”
Joan Rivers, Enter Talking

Joan Rivers
“I am driven. Being driven is my energy source. It is my fun.…I believe that where there is action, there is movement, and those ripples will eventually produce something positive.”
Joan Rivers, Enter Talking

Sari Botton
“They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less mentally present sister coast.”
Sari Botton, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York

“The immediate difficulty, Florence realised while riding the high rail back to Brooklyn, was how to break the news to her parents, even if she could convince them that being a chaperone to six foreign men was a legitimate occupation for a twenty-three-year-old girl. What choice did she have? A paycheck could not win a girl’s independence”
Sana Krasikov

Sana  Krasikov
“My mother had been in the Soviet whirlpool for eleven years by this point. Enough time, I imagine, to unlearn the bourgeois habits of her native Brooklyn, to accustom herself to the farting and shouting of her neighbours, to doing her washing by hand in the collective tub, to keeping her dry food locked up in her wardrobe”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

Sana  Krasikov
“Sunset was just then settling over Red Square. There seemed some hidden vision to be gleaned. A message about man’s chaotic spirit and his sombre dignity. His dignity and his power. His power and his purpose. She was sure that there was some thread there, but the burden of decoding it made her feel too tired”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

Sana  Krasikov
“A Red Riding Hood out of her depths in the woods of socialism”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

Sana  Krasikov
“Who is she, after all? Not a member of the Party. Not even a Russian...What can she do, really, but watch the ginger-haired sacrificial lamb get slaughtered? One wrong move and Florence herself might be on the chopping block herself”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

Sana  Krasikov
“Was it an instinct towards their future life together that she was already sensing, which made her pull back? For what she was seeing suddenly, in her mind’s eye, was an image of the two of them dancing on the edge of the world, not realising that they were about to fall off”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

Sana  Krasikov
“Only then, as she prepared to cross the avenue, did she again spot the man in the fedora hat. He was at the opposite side of the street from where he’d stood before, but the caramel color of his coat was unmistakable. He was loitering in front of what looked like a Ford V8 parked nose-up on the sidewalk. Florence adjusted her shawl over her shoulders and crossed to the opposite corner of the plaza. When she turned back to look again, he was gone”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

Sana  Krasikov
“Florence could feel a constriction in her chest…She had been foolish enough to hope that whatever she was walking into would affect no one but herself. Now the truth was catching up with her at the speed of her galloping heartbeat…Now they had summoned her. And they knew everything”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

Sana  Krasikov
“Florence, listen to me carefully.... Take whatever that agent offers you. Give him what he wants, and don’t ask too many questions. Get yourself an exit visa as soon as you can. Then leave! Disappear. Forget this wretched place”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

Sana  Krasikov
“She was arriving at a revelation that the secret to living was simply forgetting”
Sana Krasikov, The Patriots

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