"Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is."

Petyr Baelish, Game of Thrones

"Once in the streets all thought of a united and harmonious picture vanishes into thin air. Jostling details, harsh realities, are flung at you too violently to merged into an ensemble. The picturesque still crops out in spots and patches at every turn, but it requires some mental (and physical) firmness to stop and enjoy it … If you are stranger within the gates perhaps this means chaos to you, sheer mob madness; and possibly before nightfall you will have concluded that Manhattan, like Constantinople, is lacking in homogeneity, wholly wanting in structural unity, in fact a mere agglomeration of buildings on a point of land. The checkerboard “blocks,” the recurrent regularity of streets, you admit, point to something planned; but the buildings are eruptive and the whole city abnormal—something again that apparently just “happened."

John C. Van Dyke, The New New York: A Commentary on the Place and the People (1909)

(Source: archive.org)

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Spring is in the air

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“Oftentimes [New York and Boston] are accusing each other of various levels of suckitude. But it is in situations like this that we realize that it is clearly a sibling rivalry, and that we are your brothers and sisters in this type of event … [Y]ou’ve got a hell of a city going there. And you’ve done an incredible job in the face of all of this.”

— Jon Stewart, The Daily Show, April 16, 2013

(Source: The Atlantic)

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My colorful ensemble

"If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. Don’t be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning ‘Good morning’ at total strangers."

Maya Angelou

“After Ever After”: A Disney Parody

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"New York is appalling, fantastically charmless and elaborately dire."

Henry James