Nicholas Tracey

“A fifteen-minute walk later I'm aboard the Long Island Rail Road, just another head in the morning cattle drive to New York City......On reaching the station, the cattle rise to their feet, driven toward the exits by instinct and caffeine. I drift along for the ride, floating on a wave of group dynamics toward Seventh Avenue.”
― Hank Moody, God Hates Us All

“If we could once forget the conventional things, the roses, the pierced hearts, the fairy wings and get to something larger, something true; instead of sipping from exhausted springs to drink from the full river in its flow.”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

“I'd given myself a license to look back, to lift up stones under which I knew lay creepy-crawlies.”
― Bono, Surrender: 40 Songs, One Story

“He lies still in the dark, hungry, listening to the birds discuss life in a thousand ancient dialects: bickering, turf war, recollection, praise, joy.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory