There is more sophistication and less sense in New York than anywhere else on the globe.
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...
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...
This was the year he rode the subway to the ends of the city, two hundred miles of track.
New York is the place where everyone will stop a championship fight to look at an usher giving a drunk the bum's rush.
New York is a diamond iceberg floating in river water.
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me
One of the highlights of the first Good Omens tour was Neil and I walking through New York singing Shoehorn with Teeth. Well, we'd had a good breakfast. And you don't get mugged, either.
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...
Manhattan is an accumulation of possible disasters that never happen.
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...
As for New York City, it is a place apart. There is not its match in any other country in the world.
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book -and does
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 city is the size of a country, but has been operated like a candy store.
Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don't want to go home in the dark.