True New Yorkers do not really seek information about the outside world. They feel that if anything is not in New York it is not likely to be interesting.
As for New York City, it is a place apart. There is not its match in any other country in the world.
No place epitomizes the American experience and the American spirit more than New York City.
If this fails to convince, I being out my secret weapon, announcing with portentous deliberation that Barbara. Damn. Walters. Does. Not. Drive. Heard of her?This sort of accusatory conversion of cours...
And suddenly it came to him. That Strawberry Fields garden he'd come from, and the Freedom Tower he'd been thinking of: taken together, didn't they contain the two words that said it all about this ci...
New York is the concentrate of art and commerce and sport and religion and entertainment and finance, bringing to a single compact arena the gladiator, the evangelist, the promoter, the actor, the tra...
I'm here because I was born here and thus ruined for anywhere else, but I don't know about you.
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...
If Broadway was a river running from the top of Manhattan down to the Battery, undulating with traffic and commerce and lights, then the east-west streets were eddies where, leaf-like, one could turn...
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.
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.
The Bronx? No Thonx!
The city is the size of a country, but has been operated like a candy store.
Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din of business, the all swallowin...
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.
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book -and does
New York is such an awful place. No wonder it's so crowded. No wonder it's almost impossible to leave.
The knife of corruption endangered the life of New York City. The scalpel of the law is making us well again.
Manhattan is an accumulation of possible disasters that never happen.
It's a city where everbody mutinies but no one deserts.