Andre Toriello

“As the wagon came upon the cobbled streets of Pittsburgh lined with shimmering rows of gas lamplights Marc broke the silence, “Please, let me off here.”
― Rich DiSilvio, A Blazing Gilded Age

“The armbands branding us as Jews did not bother us, because we were all wearing them, and after some time living in the ghetto I realized that I had become thoroughly used to them – so much so that when I dreamed of my Aryan friends I saw them wearing armbands, as if that white strip of fabric was as essential a part of the human wardrobe as a tie.”
― Władysław Szpilman, The Pianist

“I should have turned around right then. I should have known something was up, at the very least sensed the consequence lingering in the air, in the hour, in Lude's stare, in all of it, and fuck, I must have been some kind of moron to have been so oblivious to all those signs.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“'Paint only what you see,' his hero Millet had admonished.
'Imagination is a burden to a painter,' Auguste Renoir had told him. 'Painters are craftsmen, not storytellers. Paint what you see.'
Ah, but what they hadn't said, hadn't warned him about, was how much you could see.”
― Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d'Art