#brooklyn

I live in Brooklyn. ↗

— Ana Gasteyer

#i #live

I was raised in Brooklyn, and I lived there for 59 years. ↗

— Herbie Mann

#i #i was raised #lived #raised #years

After a subsequent interview at Brooklyn Poly, I was hired, and life as a fully independent researcher began. ↗

— Rudolph A. Marcus

#began #brooklyn #fully #hired #i

In Manhattan, and its true on some level till this day; its a whole different mentality from the Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens, which I didn't know at the time - because you basically just know your neighborhood. ↗

— Kool Moe Dee

#because #bronx #brooklyn #day #different

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. ↗

— Betty Smith

#beauty

Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer. ↗

— Betty Smith

#opening-lines #beauty

Trust me," Cameron cut in, "there ain't a thing wrong with those two unless you count the unusual and exquisite length of their legs. Brooklyn turned a tight-lipped smile on him. "Thanks so much for that penis-driven observation. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#cameron #death-and-girl-next-door #death

Oh, Zoe Kazan - I'd move back to Brooklyn for her. She makes me happy with my life. Knowing her, being at her dinner table, going on a walk with her is the best of all possible worlds. ↗

— Michelle Williams

#being #best #brooklyn #dinner #dinner table

You are everywhere. In my head, in my dreams. You are who I want. You make me feel and I—sometimes I like it, sometimes I don’t, but you make me feel and after twenty years, that alone is enough for me to want things. Unattainable things. With you. From you. ↗

— Avril Ashton

#brooklyn-sinners #kane-ashby #syren-rua #dreams

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

— Colson Whitehead

#brooklyn #funny #writers #funny