If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Gardia Civil
Spanish Bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in on a DC10 tonight
The Clash, Spanish Bombs
We, transformed into slaves, have marched a hundred times backwards and forwards to our silent labours, killed in our spirit long before our anonymous deaths.
Primo Levi, Survival In Auschwitz
Scrambled eggs and whiskey
In the false-dawn light. Chicago,
a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
Vice and drunkenness wore light colors here. Gradually the nightclubs closed but we didn't feel like going to sleep, we felt so alive.
Simone de Beauvoir,
America Day By Day
The next young girl from our city they asked 'How do you wash stairs, from the top or from the bottom?' She says, 'I don't come to America to wash stairs.
Pauline Notkoff, 1917
He who would become a surgeon should join the army and follow it.
There's a small stretch of the once mighty Lincoln Highway that I drive each day through the Chicago Southland; usually very early...
I pressed the spring and the automaton bowed to me and I could not refrain from smiling on it as on my own son.
Memoirs Of Robert-Houdin, 1859
I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees
I never married but Ohio don't remember me
The National, Bloodbuzz Ohio
Be happy while you're living,
for you're a long time deid.
Old Scottish Proverb
No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
A man's life work is nothing but a slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
The only thing that matters is to feel the fado. The fado is not meant to be sung; it simply happens. You feel it, you don't understand it and you don't explain it.