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    “In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem to see
    the people of the world
    exactly at the moment when
    they first attained the title of
    ‘suffering humanity’”
    —Lawrence Ferlinghetti (b. 1919)

    “The pennycandystore beyond the El
    is where I first
    fell in love
    with unreality”
    —Lawrence Ferlinghetti (b. 1919)

    “The gold-digger in the ravines of the mountains is as much a gambler as his fellow in the saloons of San Francisco. What difference does it make whether you shake dirt or shake dice? If you win, society is the loser.”
    —Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    “Swan/Mary Rutledge: Oh no, no. I’m not running away. I came here to get something, and I’m going to get it.
    Col. Cobb: Yes, but San Francisco is no place for a woman.
    Swan: Why not? I’m not afraid. I like the fog. I like this new world. I like the noise of something happening.... I’m tired of dreaming, Colonel Cobb. I’m staying. I’m staying and holding out my hands for gold—bright, yellow gold.”
    —Ben Hecht (1893–1964)

    “No one would know except for ancient maps
    That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
    If from its being kept forever under,
    The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
    This new-built city from both work and sleep.”
    —Robert Frost (1874–1963)

    “Thus while I sit and sigh the day
    With all his borrow’d lights away,
    Till night’s black wings do overtake me,
    Thinking on thee, thy beauties then,
    As sudden lights do sleepy men,
    So they by their bright rays awake me.”
    —Sir John Suckling (1609–1642)

    “There are books so alive that you’re always afraid that while you weren’t reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?”
    —Marina Tsvetaeva (1892–1941)