I love Brooklyn; it’s a part of who you are.

Life is divine chaos !

I grew up in Manhattan, and now I live in Brooklyn.

To the bankrupt poet, to the jilted lover, to anyone who yearns to elude the doubt within and the din without, the tidal strait between Manhattan Island and her favorite suburb offers the specious illusion...

His laugh and his voice were both pleasant. He talked the way New Yorkers used to talk before they learned to talk Flatbush.

Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. Other than that, I was on my own. It was sad though. Where was the chivalry of yesteryear?

You know, I still live in my neighborhood. I live in Brooklyn and the same neighborhood, so I don’t really get star treatment like that. I’m still Vanessa from the neighborhood.

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?

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

I hate Brooklyn.

Apparently Brooklyn needn’t always push itself to be something else, something conscious and anxious, something pointed toward Manhattan…. Brooklyn might sometimes also be pleased, as here on Flatbush, to be its grubby, enduring self.

High Warlock of Brooklyn and Scrabble champion.

It happened every single day in Brooklyn: awaken to fresh glory, fall asleep to blight and ruin.

Der spring is sprungDer grass is rizI wonder where dem boidies is?

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...

brooklyn writer” and you’ll get, Did you mean: the future of literature as we know it?

I rooted for the Dodgers when they were in Brooklyn.

Oh, Williamsburg. There was a point when you seemed like a scary, tough neighborhood, but now it’s obvious that the graffiti on your walls gets put there by art students.

When the Brooklyn rain comes downhopefully it will be to fuckin’ wake you up

Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot...

I know there’s Brooklyn and all the boroughs, but Manhattan specifically is so condensed that the energy is very vibrant. Everywhere you look there is something happening.

To people from ‘Brooklyn-Brooklyn’ North Brooklyn is really just South Queens.