#brooklyn

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

#cowardice #fear #martial-heroics #physical-violence #playing-dead

I was raised on the streets, in hot, steamy Brooklyn, with stifled air. ↗

— Barbra Streisand

#brooklyn #hot #i #i was raised #raised

I went to Brooklyn College and met this beautiful Jewish girl named Merle, with dark hair, exotic looking and brilliant. So we got married and had three children. ↗

— Dominic Chianese

#brilliant #brooklyn #children #college #dark

I'm from Brooklyn. I grew up very poor- seven people, four rooms. My dad had no education. ↗

— Peter Criss

#dad #education #four #grew #had

I never realized that growing up in Brooklyn, flying jets, working on Wall Street and starring in a sci-fi series was the prerequisite for the fast-paced demands of talk radio. But, if that's what it takes to succeed, I'm glad I did it all. ↗

— Jerry Doyle

#demands #did #fast-paced #flying #glad

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

#funny #kate-carlisle #funny

He came to the States in 1963, I think with a view to making up with my mother, but that didn't work. He came for three weeks, and drank his way all over Brooklyn. And went back... I went to his funeral in Belfast. ↗

— Frank McCourt

#belfast #brooklyn #came #drank #funeral

What I love about Brooklyn is there are more wonderful little joints than anywhere. ↗

— Arthur Schwartz

#anywhere #brooklyn #i #i love #joints

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

#dreams #growing-up #hope #imagination #leaving

I hope for the experience of people standing together, turning their backs to the city and facing this, and hearing the leaves rustle. Well, maybe it won't be as bucolic as at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, but I know you will feel removed from the city. ↗

— Michael Arad

#brooklyn #city #experience #facing #feel