“The sunset competes with the red glow over Johnstown.And I know,at any given moment,metal is liquid firelighting the night sky,becoming steelthat will build tracksto anywhere she might be.It will build bridges between the glittering starsand the likes of me.”

“The sunset like a blacksmith, was beating the sky into glowing red blades.”

“Toward the evening the sky took on the same color as the fires. Everything took on that color, the sky, the buildings, even the ground. Just before the sunset the red in the sky would deepen to the color of blood. I imagined the sky bleeding. I imagined the heavens suffering with us. To this day a red sunset reminds me of the bleeding sky of Auschwitz.”

“There was no moon but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars. There were streetlights too and lights on buildings and on bridges which looked like earthbound stars and they glimmered repeated as they were reflected with the city in the night water of the Thames. It’s fairyland thought Richard.”

“Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.”

“Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.”