New York Quotes
It was never built for the comfort and happiness of its citizens, but to astonish the world.
I moved to New York City for my health. I'm paranoid and it was the only place where my fears were justified.
New York - that unnatural city where every one is an exile, none more so than the American
I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.
The great city of New York wields more of the destinies of this great nation that five times the population of any other portion of the country.
New York is to the nation what the white church spire is to the village - the visible symbol of aspiration and faith, the white plume saying the way is up
To Europe she was America. To America she was the gateway to the earth. But to tell the story of New York would be to write a social history of the world.
New York makes one think of the collapse of civilization, about Sodom and Gomorrah, the end of the world. The end wouldn't come as a surprise here. Many people already bank on it.
New York is the place where everyone will stop a championship fight to look at an usher giving a drunk the bum's rush.
Coming to New York from the muted mistiness of London, as I regularly do, is like travelling from a monochrome antique shop to a technicolor bazaar.
New York is a granite beehive, where people jostle and whir like molecules in an overheated jar. Houston is six suburbs in search of a center.
My new life was unstable and unsure, but each new day was shot through with new possibility.
New York City is the place where people come to invent, reinvent, or find the room they need to be who they wish to be.
I loved the abandoned subway stations, rushing past the darkened platforms, the sprawl of graffiti like old letters. Letters left by ghosts.
I never wrote him. I never saw him again. He was just gone, this dear, dear man, this friend of my soul in the hospital so long ago, disappeared. This is a New York story too.
I said, "It really didn't feel like a choice. Where else is there to go?
In New York, everything was permissible. No one cared what you wore, how you looked. Only you cared about those things. And if they didn’t worry you, then they didn’t matter.
They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less mentally present sister coast.
We took our food order to go, in greasy paper bags, and walked across Columbus Circle to Central Park. He helped me up the giant prehistoric-looking rock just off the playground.
This was the year he rode the subway to the ends of the city, two hundred miles of track.
Maybe we become New Yorkers the day we realize that New York will go on without us.
New York is such an awful place. No wonder it's so crowded. No wonder it's almost impossible to leave.
Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.
I would stay in New York, I told him, just six months, and I could see the Brooklyn Bridge from my window. As it turned out the bridge was the Triborough, and I stayed eight years.
I'm here because I was born here and thus ruined for anywhere else, but I don't know about you.
It dawned on me that no person is as poetically homesick as someone who has come to New York for the first time and glimpsed a small vestige of her home state.
Oh God. Goddammit. I never got to see the pyramids. Or the Taj Mahal. I ...I never even got to leave the country.""Don't sweat it, brother. You got to live in NYC. You didn't miss shit.
She had to get used to her new name, The Drummer. Twelfth, and last in line, but on a good note, she had the most money, and more importantly, she was alive.
Why should anyone else have it easy. Spoken like a true New Yorker.
And just as I'm about to lay on the Yi-Wang-Smooth, I see Lay #1 and Lay #3 show up to our table and take the two empty seats nearby. From: "My Worst Valentine's Day.Ever: a Short Story
Like a driver who has lost control of his vechicle, I was bracing for the impending crash."From: "My Worst Valentine's Day.Ever: a Short Story
This isn’t Soviet Russia. This is America we’re talking about. For God’s sake, this is New York City.
Did you really think I'd steer you wrong?" Then William pointed to the wide-open country beyond the next ridge. "New York's that way. My compass is unerring.
I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.
Manhattan is basically this island in New York, where all the cool stuff is located.
When you look for beauty, you usually end up finding it.From Central Park Song (A Screenplay)
New York presented a paradox. While foreigners thought of New York has the symbol of America, many Americans viewed the city with some suspicion as the country's most foreign.
New York is unruly, tangled. The city woos first, then mangles, then pastes back together in a fresh, dazzling mosaic.
WHAT CAN YOU SPEND BUT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK????TIME!CHOOSE HOW YOU SPEND YOUR TIME AND WHO YOU SPEND IT WITH WISELY.
To paraphrase Shakespeare’s Polonius, you sometimes have to get your hands a little dirty to set things straight.
Bernier turned in her chair, smiled, and shook their hands. Dana’s heart skipped a beat as she stood inches away from one of New York’s most glamorous and adored women.
What I love about New York: the faster and more recklessly my cab driver drives the safer and all around better I feel.