I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.
She missed the built environment of New York City. It was only in an urban landscape, amid straight lines and architecture, that she could situate herself in human time and history. She missed people....
What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?
There is more sophistication and less sense in New York than anywhere else on the globe.
No other place can so convincingly claim to be the capital of capitalism, the capital of the 20th century and the capital of the world.
No place epitomizes the American experience and the American spirit more than New York City.
Real, but sometimes beautiful.
Only in a crowded, diverse place like New York, surrounded by strangeness, do I come home to myself.
You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all.
New York is the biggest collection of villages in the world.
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.
The ghosts of Manhattan are not the spirits of the propertied classes; these are entombed in their names, their works, their constructions. New York's ghosts are the unresting souls of the poor, the m...
I had grazed along the surface of her actions and made deep judgments. Rejecting someone because you couldn't understand their love, that was a new one. The more I thought about it the longer the shad...
I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.
Every true New Yorker believes with all his heart that when a New Yorker is tired of New York, he is tired of life.
New York is a sucked orange.
New York is the place where everyone will stop a championship fight to look at an usher giving a drunk the bum's rush.
Situated on an island which I think it will one day cover, it rises like Venice from the sea, and like that fairest of cities in the days of her glory, receives into its lap tribute of all the riches...
This was the year he rode the subway to the ends of the city, two hundred miles of track.
In New York, the buildings are like mountains in some ways, but they are only alive because of the people living in them. Real mountains are alive all over.
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