A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times : It is a beautiful catastrophe.
In some neighborhoods, faces mature faster than bodies.
New York - The city where the people from Oshkosh look at the people from Dubuque in the next theater seats and say "These New Yorkers don't dress any better than we do.
new york provides not only a continuing excitation but also a spectacle that is continuing.
Well, little old Noisyville-on-the Subway is good enough for me.
New York City has finally hired women to pick up the garbage, which makes sense to me, since, as I've discovered, a good bit of being a woman consists of picking up garbage.
Critics in New York are made by their dislikes, not by their enthusiasms.
If one is looking for cultural testosterone and raging off-the-wall competition in the world of communications, Manhattan was - and is - home plate.
A middle finger is more New York than a corporate ambush. I bleed for my hometown, and I'd die for my fans.
Skill is successfully walking a tightrope between the twin towers of New York's World Trade Center. Intelligence is not trying.
Now the evening's at its noon, its meridian. The outgoing tide has simmered down, and there's a lull-like the calm in the eye of a hurricane - before the reverse tide starts to set in.The last acts of...
Everybody ought to have a lower East Side in their life.
It was the soul of the machine, the ethological epicentre, the planetary ground zero of their commercial energy. I could almost feel it, shivering down like bomb-blasted rivers of glass from these und...
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.
I love Israel, I go back all the time. I just love New York a little more. My workers are Arabs, my best friend is a black man from Alabama, my girlfriend's a Puerto Rican, and my landlord is a half-J...
New York is a place where the rich walk, the poor drive Cadillac's, and the beggars die of malnutrition with thousands of dollars hidden in their mattresses.
You haven't lived until you died in New York.
The city is like poetry; it compresses all life, all races and breeds, into a small island and adds music and the accompaniment of internal engines.
If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.
So I went to New York City to be born again. It was and remains easy for most Americans to go somewhere else and start anew. I wasn't like my parents. I didn't have any supposedly sacred piece of land...