Quotes About New York

I like the fact that I can rep New York, but my style does not - I'm not trapped in a New York thing. I can do art songs with other artists and it's seamless.

I went to School of the Arts in Winston-Salem, and we had a bunch of singing classes. My first job in New York was an Off-Broadway musical.

I don't even believe in magic, or ghosts or anything like that, and yet in a city like New York, on the subway, I definitely see ghosts and art seems to have some magical properties.

I went to New York in 1974, to either try to get a record deal, get into the New York Art Student League, or be a dancer. So that was my plan. Some plan. And I had no money.

I doubt if there is a single really excellent art school now available in New York.

A canon is antithetical to everything the New York art world has been about for the past 40 years, during which we went from being the center of the art world to being one of many centers.

To have a museum like the Museum of Modern Art in New York is to have power. I don't have any interest in being the director of an institution that has power.

Art is fantastic, but it's also that you come to Paris, you call me, I come to New York, I come to visit you, we hang out together, and that's art.

Many artists who don't go off to art school come to New York. It's about what you learn when you're here.

I was an art history major, but never specifically contemporary. I would say where I really stopped were the abstract expressionists in the New York school.

In 1989 I came to New York to go to the School of Visual Arts. Then, after two years, I switched over to the New School for Social Research and did cultural anthropology in the graduate school there.

The New York playgoer is a child of nature, and he has an honest and wholesome regard of whatever is atrocious in art.

I got a liberal arts education just because I felt like I should to keep my parents happy, but it was for them. If it was up to me, I would've just moved to New York.

That's what New York is like - you can't have real art happen in an institution because rich people can make the world stop. The stuff on the street is a lot more interesting.

Ironically, even the fashion in New York or Paris or Milan or whatever, or music in Berlin, or art in, I don't know, Madrid - all these scenes come and go. Everything leads back to Hollywood.

Sidney Lumet's chief preoccupation wasn't art. It was right and wrong in the American city, nearly always in New York.

RUSHING WATERS • MAGIC • THE APARTMENT • PROPERTY

How about a drop of something to cut the phlegm? Why don't you stay sober today? We didn't come to New York to stay sober.

Many heartfelt letters were from conservatives, who said they'd never seen a New York "liberal" discuss their views without belittling and demeaning them, and disaffected liberals also praised my willingness to defend free speech against the barrage of crazy hostility from their own side. The

It is said that you are a New Yorker the moment you remember the way New York used to be. This miraculous place lives to obliterate its history. It is history as fashion. Trend. Moments. Moments lost and... overwritten. You have to hunt the past in NY. Not like Prague. Budapest. Krakow. Paris. Istanbul. These places wear their pasts with honor over their hearts. A woman. Not a girl. New York... is youth. Always trying on new masks, new faces.

face as the old man tensed again while the plane bumped along. "George, it's all right. Just a little turbulence." He took a deep breath and finally eyed her squarely. "I'm on a couple of boards of companies headquartered in New York. Have to go up twice a year." Sidney glanced back at her documents, suddenly remembering something. She frowned. There was a mistake on the fourth page. That would need to be corrected when she got into

Decker's longtime FBI partner, Alex Jamison, had been transferred to New York and found what looked to be love with a Wall Street investment banker. His old boss at the FBI, Ross Bogart, had retired and was learning to play golf—badly, he had heard—in Arizona.

THE PLAZA HOTEL DID NOT look like the far more famous one in New York City on the edge of Central Park.

far less than one block in Brooklyn.