Quotes About New York

Autumn in New YorkIs often mingled with pain.Dreamers with empty handsMay sigh for exotic lands;It's Autumn in New York,It's good to live it again.

I mean, we must act with intelligence. We must work on this framework, so that immigration becomes an asset to both nations. Believe me, what - just the Mayor Bloomberg said here in New York, that this city would be stopped, totally stopped if it were not by the immigrants working here.

I was always interested in fashion and beauty. I was fifteen when I was scouted in a flea market. Two years later, I arrived in New York. I was in awe because it was like another planet.

The beauty of New York is unintentional; it arose independent of human design, like a stalagmite cavern.

New York is eating young geniuses [businessmen] up alive. It's eating them up alive, Stone. And it's showing the beauty of the city, but it's showing the toughness and the viciousness of the city.

I guess the best way to describe that would be to connect with the fact that I came out of college just before the big Depression, and I came to New York.

If someone lives in New York, he's a New Yorker - they are entitled to the best medical system in the world.

The only dream I ever had was the dream of New York itself, and for me, from the minute I touched down in this city, that was enough. It became the best teacher I ever had.

I also have a soft spot for spicy chicken wings. They are always best eaten at dives and sports bars, like Wogie's in the West Village, New York City, near my house.

If you can't write like New York, you have no business living in New York and making New York the locale of your stories.

I think that New York is not the cultural centre of America, but the business and administrative centre of American culture.

I started off in Brooklyn, New York, with a small loan and built a business that today is worth well over $10 billion.

New York is very career-orientated and it's hard to take time off here, but that is great for building a business.

Storing your car in New York is safer than entering it in a demolition derby. But not much.

In New York, you've got Donald Trump, Woody Allen, a crack addict and a regular Joe, and they're all on the same subway car.

Nobody uses his car in New York, because so many people use it that traffic is congested and unbearably slow.

I've been in California for about 15 years now. You're always in your car and insulated. I miss New York so much.

I stopped taking drugs when I was 19, and who wants to drive a cab around New York with drugs in their car?

If you believe in Modern Art History . . . it follows that the best breeding ground for good art is where competing ideas, esthetics, and artists are thickest and where regional niceties are thinnest — New York. . . . The 'regions'. . . . are short on white-hot overpopulation, edifice complexes, and career fights to the death. . . . Should it be gauged against the 'mainstream' . . . or should it be sized up from exactly the opposite point of view?

An argument for the existence of a regionalist art that is fully capable of international acceptance, that is fully capable of operating outside the lineal leapfrog of Europe-to-New-York styles, and yet of adding to them.

And there in the next room by the sofa sat a familiar suitcase, that of his psychiatrist Dr. Smile. Barefoot, he padded into the living room, and seated himself by the suitcase; he opened it, clicked switches, and turned on Dr. Smile. Meters began to register and the mechanism hummed. Where am I? Barney asked it. And how far am I from New York? That was the main point...

Il m'arrivait aussi, à l'occasion, d'être accosté dans les rues de New York par des inconnus qui se lançaient dans une rencontre orageuse avec moi à cause de quelque chose dans mes romans qui les séduisait ou qui les exaspérait, ou qui les séduisait parce que cela les exaspérait, ou qui les exaspérait parce que cela les séduisait.

One pro-slavery writer in New York spoke for many slave owners when he said that emancipation and civil rights for freed slaves would be "the total subversion of OUR liberties.

Despite Lowell's determination to be 'surrounded by Catholics,' the couple instantly got swept up into the fast, loud current of atheist-Jewish-Marxist-hard-drinking-fast-talking literary New York. Philip Rahv and Nathalie Swan took a shine to Lowell and Stafford, and soon they were getting invited to the Rahv's combative, whiskey-soaked parties.