Quotes About New York

Montreal bagels are much better than U.S. bagels, because there's a sweetness to the dough, and there's a pull. New York bagels are basically bread in the shape of a bagel.

There's such an energy bounding around New York, I can't help but get swept along in it.

The seasons had always been a part of the way I cooked and ate in Switzerland, and they again became what guided me in New York.

I had just come off my third consecutive failed television series. I had sworn off doing TV for a while. I was going to go to New York, sublet an apartment, and find my soul again. Before I got on the plane, my agent sent me the script for 'Psych.' I read it on the plane and realised it had a lot of potential.

Film directors don't come to the theatre in Sydney. In London and New York, they do.

I am all about the arts and whenever I go to New York, London or Sydney I check out the latest plays, musicals and concerts. It is an obsession for me!

I try to be a good shiksa wife. I go to Central Synagogue in New York.

I was brought up a Jew but, you know, that way of being Jewish - the New York way. We were stomach Jews; we were Jewish-joke Jews. We were bagel Jews. We didn't go to synagogue. I'm frightened of synagogue to this day.

I always pack too much whenever I travel," a lady said quite loudly as the windows fogged. "We're moving from New York. My son has been mugged six times. He's just eleven. We can't keep buying him new watches." She went on like that.

Andiamo a casa tua o all'Elaine's?» ha chiesto il ragazzo. Erano le tre del mattino. Aveva divorziato da poco. In quel momento la stessa domanda risuonava nei taxi di tutta New York.

Last night at dinner, a man said that, on principle, he never answers his telephone. Somebody asked him how he reached people. "I call them," he said. "But suppose they don't believe in answering, either?" I thought of phones ringing all over New York, no one answering.

And your husband? Where is he?" I was tempted to tell him it was none of his business. After all, we'd paid for the tickets, hadn't we? "He's in New York. Waiting for us." "He'd better be," the man said. "If he doesn't come to collect you from Ellis Island, they'll just send you straight home again. They don't want women and children who'll be a burden on the state.

Melville died in New York on September 28, 1891, blissfully unaware that, in the years to come, so many people would leave the hyphen out of 'Moby-Dick.

Gaylord immediately rehabilitated the log house, which had been allowed to become seriously dilapidated.103 The company had no plans for the property; it just wanted to make Bill comfortable. It was a Nashville-style gesture that would be unknown in New York or Hollywood.

And there is an earlier Wilson cycle, too, a billion years old, entrapped alongside the Appalachians: the Grenville, which rises to the surface in Central Park, New York, to remind us that the human and urban is no more than foam on the sea of the past.

Just before he left Vietnam, Greene had a skirmish with American consular officials obstructing his plans to visit California and New York in February 1952. The McCarran Act of 1950, passed over Harry Truman's veto, attempted to keep people who had been communists or fascists out of the country.

I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.

I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping along behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny. Of course, the Mist helped. People probably couldn't see Mrs. O'Leary, or maybe they thought she was a large,loud,very friendly truck.

Annabeth, thank goodness, would be staying in New York. She'd gotten permission from her parents to attend a boarding school in the city so she could be close to Olympus and oversee the rebuilding efforts. And close to me? I asked. Well, someone's got a big sense of his own importance. But she laced her fingers through mine. I remembered what she'd told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought—just maybe—we were off to a good start.

Just for you non-sea-god types out there, don't go swimming in New York Harbor. It may not be as filthy as it was in my mom's day, but that water will still probably make you grow a third eye or have mutant children when you grow up.

In case you're wondering, Old York looks absolutely nothing like New York. It looks older. Magnus Chase, master of description. You're welcome.

Once he'd even reprogrammed the electronic billboards in Time Square to read: ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO... accidentally, of course.

Anything your father said. People he might have mentioned." "Amos," I blurted out, just to see his reaction. "He met a man named Amos." Inspector Williams sighed. "Sadie, he couldn't have done. Surely you know that. We spoke with Amos not one hour ago, on the phone from his home in New York." "He isn't in New York!" I insisted. "He's right—" I glanced out the window and Amos was gone. Bloody typical.

Hermes tilted his head. "Percy, that almost sounded like sarcasm. You know very well the gods can't go around busting heads and ripping up mortal cities looking for our lost items. If we did that, New York would be destroyed every time Aphrodite lost her hairbrush, and believe me, that happens a lot. We need heroes for that sort of errand.