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“I was too much of a Bronx kid to read Emerson or Hawthorne.”
― Don DeLillo

“The rabbi glanced over glumly from behind the jail bars. 'My faith in God is fine,' he said. 'It's people I'm not so sure about.”
― Richard Fliegel, A Minyan for the Dead

“My life's choices would never tell the whole story because there has always been a different ending.”
― Mark Nielson aka Mizarkbxpoescriber

“Then the cop said, “Now, you guys could just start over. At least you’re not going to jail tonight.”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“If Denise doesn’t have her money by Friday, you won’t even see it coming. You’ll just wake up in the hospital. Now, try me bitch.”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“His world shrank so those lips were the world. That rosebud. That heart. He swooped in, but stopped just short of her mouth, so the steam from his breath joined with hers. Waited. Because although he had come, rather rapidly, to his "fuck it" revelation, that didn't mean she had.

He hoped she had. Please let her have.

There were only a few millimeters between them.

She closed the gap.

It was different this time. This was premeditated, and they were in her secret place in the middle of the goddamn Alps.”
― Jenny Holiday, A Princess for Christmas

“Guy, go get me a switch. This muthafucker done pissed the bed again.”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“We were always driven by a gray-haired man in the foster-care agency car. I remember leaving that abusive home, pulling out of the driveway, and seeing sumo Mr. Sanchez’s ice cream truck. He would take us with him when he worked but never gave us any ice cream. Oh, the cruelty! I would have taken real a beating for some ice cream.”
― Damien Black, Life of a Bastard

“I ran back into the emergency room crying, yelling, and screaming, “Somebody please help my mother. He is going to kill her!”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“After that everyone understood that if they had to fight me, it was going to take a while, and like all bullies, they wanted an easy target.”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“I went home later that night, thinking about everything. I wanted revenge for my cousin, but what did I know about revenge?”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“K.C. wanted to look fancy for the crowd. I just wanted to kick his ass and embarrass him in front of everyone, to get him back. I did just that.”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“Fuck that! You think I’m gonna let the nigger get a gun? I’m gonna handle this shit now.”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“I forgot about his boys surrounding me. I was too focused on not getting stabbed with the broken bottle.”
― Russell Vann, Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir

“He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it.

Because why not? A cabdriver from the Bronx didn't have that many opportunities to spend the evening with a princess, and when he did - especially if she was a sad princess - he should probably seize the chance to kiss her hand.”
― Jenny Holiday, A Princess for Christmas

“He held out his arm and she took it. "We're off to see the wizard.”
― Jenny Holiday, A Princess for Christmas

“He did not want to escape. So he surrendered to this madness, this beautiful madness. This wanting. Let himself melt, as heat shot through his body despite the cold. It had been so long since he'd kissed anyone, and having that heart-shaped mouth under his was so improbable and, frankly, it was making him crazy. So was the no-holds-barred enthusiasm with which she was returning his kiss.”
― Jenny Holiday, A Princess for Christmas

“Oh my god, you are from a fake Hallmark country," Leo deadpanned.”
― Jenny Holiday, A Princess for Christmas

“Show me your room."

H reversed the phone and made for the bathroom. "Let me show you the soap I ate earlier.”
― Jenny Holiday, A Princess for Christmas

“I think," he drawled. "This Hallmark movie is about to get a lot more interesting.”
― Jenny Holiday, A Princess for Christmas

“Christmas is big business in Eldovia. We have an annual Cocoa Fest on Christmas Eve day. Restaurants and pubs participate, and so does the palace. We make big cauldrons of different kinds of cocoa and serve them outside on the grounds.â€�

“Are you kidding me?� Gabby demanded.

Marie laughed. “I am entirely in earnest. And there’s a Cocoa Ball in the evening—though that’s not for children.� She wasn’t sure why she added that qualifier. It wasn’t as if Gabby, whose eyes had grown comically wide, would be around to be told she couldn’t attend the ball.

“Oh my god, you are from a fake Hallmark country,â€� Leo deadpanned.”
― Jenny Holiday, A Princess for Christmas

“There's too much seaweed in the Bronx.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“I was raised in what is now the "jungle" of New York, the lower Bronx, and, indeed, at that time it was a very pleasant place. We played like all other kids. Where I lived was a very small enclave, a ghetto, but there were a number of ghettos. Most of the people there were immigrants; first generation Americans from Italy, Ireland, Poland, and there were a few French people. In a way, in a peculiar way, it was an integrated community composed of several separated ghettos. That was about the norm in those days. The idea of integration hadn't really gotten started, so I think that for anyone living today it would be a period that would be really difficult to understand...it was...in spite of some of the racism which I began to learn in school, a rather pleasant life.”
― Oliver W. Harrington, Why I Left America and Other Essays

“Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains to bring it to light." - George Washington”
― John F. Lorne, Morris Park Crew: The Official History

“Every few blocks were vacant lots where victory gardens had been planted at the height of the war. By then, they were wrecked and full of debris. Once in a while, when you looked down at the sidewalk along the lots, you’d see a blade of grass growing up out of the concrete. That’s what my friend, the acting teacher Lee Strasberg, once called talent: a blade of grass growing up out of a block of concrete.”
― Al Pacino, Sonny Boy: A Memoir

“..everything you see in the city is the result of a deliberate decision made by somebody. Greed and anger and racism and hate, those addictions deadlier than crack have motivated too many of those decisions - especially greed. Good and evil battle each other to rec-create the city every day. Good may be ahead, but evil is always close behind. Vivian Vázquez Irizarry”
― Ian Frazier, Paradise Bronx: The Life and Times of New York's Greatest Borough