by ilovemods

Nobody ever walked across the bridge, not on a night like this. The rain was misty enough to be almost fog- like, a cold gray curtain that separated me from the pale ovals of white that were faces locked behind the steamed- up windows of the cars that hissed by. Even the brilliance that was Manhattan by night was reduced to a few sleepy, yellow lights off in the distance.
—Mickey Spillane, One Lonely Night, as quoted by Ayn Rand in The Romantic Manifesto: A Philosophy of Literature.