“The city's all brightness and shadow, deckle-edged, bluer than air-there's no help anywhere-you no longer know how to listen.” — Ralph Angel Copy Share Image
“Only one is a wanderer. And when she was sad, she'd go into the streets to be with people.” — Ralph Angel Copy Share Image
“This" Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding city, and our… — Ralph Angel Copy Share Image
“The city's all brightness and shadow, deckle-edged, bluer than air-there's no help anywhere-you no longer know how to listen.” — Ralph Angel Copy Share Image
