When I first came to this country I didn't have a nickel in my pocket - now I have a nickel in my pocket.
I have no respect for gangs today. None. They just drive by and shoot people. At least in the old days like in West Side Story the gangs used to dance with each other.
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The tanned appearance of many New Englanders is not sunburn - it is rust.
Only in a crowded, diverse place like New York, surrounded by strangeness, do I come home to myself.
There is nothing safer than flying - it's crashing that is dangerous.
Miami bumper sticker: My horn is broken-so watch for my finger.
L.A. bumper sticker: Keep honking - I'm reloading.
Chicago was started by a bunch of New Yorkers who said "Gee I'm enjoying the crime and the poverty but it just isn't cold enough."
I would love to speak a foreign language but I can't. So I grew hair under my arms instead.
Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we'd all have frozen to death.
One certainty when you travel is the moment you arrive in a foreign country the American dollar will fall like a stone.
There's nothing wrong with Southern California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure.
After years of mocking L.A. for its smog the people of Denver are now coughing out of the other side of their mouths.
A tourist is a fellow who drives thousands of miles so he can be photographed standing in front of his car.
It is possible to live in San Francisco for $35 000 a year. Obviously that doesn't include food or lodging.
Why do people resist [engines, bridges, and cities] so? They are symbols and products of the imagination, which is the force that ensures justice and historical momentum in an imperfect world, because...
Living in California adds ten years to a man's life. And those extra ten years I'd like to spend in New York.
Living in New York is like being at some terrible late-night party. You're tired you've had a headache since you arrived but you can't leave because then you'd miss the party.
There's a lot of nice things about Denver. I just don't for the life of me know what they are.
Or a ghost is a knot in the otherwise smooth flow of time, an electrical storm in a jewelry box, grief perfectly aligned. And sometimes a ghost is a shared thing; sometimes the entire population of a...