Elizabeth

“The ghosts of Manhattan are not the spirits of the propertied classes; these are entombed in their names, their works, their constructions. New York's ghosts are the unresting souls of the poor, the marginal, the dispossessed, the depraved, the defective, the recalcitrant. They are the guardian spirits of the urban wilderness in which they lived and died. Unrecognized by the history that is common knowledge, they push invisibly behind it to erect their memorials in the collective unconscious.”
― Lucy Sante

“There is nothing left of me worth saving. Just promise me you will, should you ever come back and find my body, burn me so my ashes can drift forever on the wind.”
― Liv Zander, Feathers So Vicious

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables