"The beams are coming directly at you, and the side of the boat is disappearing. They're ripping up steel, glass, chairs. People were falling. At one point I was in a pile, and I just got up and kept running. It kept coming and coming. If you didn't keep running, you were dead."
-- Robert Carroll, a passenger on the Staten Island ferry yesterday, in The New York Times.
Eclectic quotations accumulating in Hell's Kitchen, NY, USA.