Quotes About New York

Now we understand much more clearly. why people from all over the world want to come to New York and to America. It's called freedom.

The idea is that there is a kind of memory in nature. Each kind of thing has a collective memory. So, take a squirrel living in New York now. That squirrel is being influenced by all past squirrels.

New York is the only city in the world where you can get deliberately run down on the sidewalk by a pedestrian.

NY 101. It'll rob you and cheat you. It'll take your friends and turn them on you. It'll kick your ass and break your heart. But then it'll pick you up again, make you feel so totally alive and untouchable. It's the center of the world, it's the best place in the world, and once it's in your heart it'll never leave you.

Malcolm X looked at me hard. 'A writer is what I want, not an interpreter.' I tried to be a dispassionate chronicler. But he was the most electric personality I have ever met, and I still can't quite conceive him dead. It still feels to me as if he has just gone into some next chapter, to be written by historians. New York, 1965

the theory that if New York punk was about art, and London punk about politics, L.A. punk was about pop culture, TV, and absurdity.

How did pretty little Anna go from Westchester suburb brat to New York hooker? Now that's a story.

Since I was a kid, every Thanksgiving growing up in New York, we always watched 'The March of the Wooden Soldiers' by Laurel and Hardy. Never miss it.

My favorite musical? I don't. It changes all the time. I'm just a diehard, I'm totally old school, like I'll sit and watch, if they are re-doing Oklahoma in New York, I will be the first one there.

All music does come from a time and place. I was born and raised in New York. I moved out of New York, but it's inside of me and it will be inside of me until they put me in a box in the ground.

The time has come to return integrity, performance and dignity to New York and make it the Empire State once again.

California is an island, and New York's an island. Maybe it's time for me to change islands.

The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.

There's a certain kind of conversation you have from time to time at parties in New York about a new book. The word banal sometimes rears its by-now banal head; you say underedited, I say derivative. The conversation goes around and around various literary criticisms, and by the time it moves on one thing is clear: No one read the book; we just read the reviews.

Wasn't this what living in New York was supposed to be like, the skyline, the anonymity, coexistence without intimacy?

There were three types of people in New York: people like Nora, who had found their home there; people who talked about how much they hated it and would always live and eventually die there; and people who always had one foot over the border, to Scarsdale or Roslyn or Boca Raton.

a real live count ought to be a passport for them [the Gould family] into the innermost of the inner circles, which privilege they so much crave,' said the New York World, showing a lively appreciation of the truth that the simplest way for a family to elevate itself into the top level of New York society was through the strategic marriage of a daughter.

There were hours when only the city talked to me, the great clattering, rattling, rustling city of New York, with its traffic forever clanking, even in the thickest snow, with its layers upon layers of voices and lives rising up to the plateau on which I lay, and then beyond it, vastly beyond it in towers such as the world before this time has never beheld.

She passed her New York Reviews on to Troy without giving them a glance; she told him she thought there was something perverted about book reviews that were longer than the books they were reviewing.

Writing fairies can get grumpy in a new house," Johari said. "Like cats. Mine pissed on the pillows every night for a week after I moved up to New York.

Since the creation of the five families in 1931, the Lucchese borgata had proved to be the most stable and least divisive of the New York families.

Would you like tickets for tonight's tour? (Andrei) Like another hole in my head. (Esperetta) That's American slang for 'no thank you. (Francesca) Strange. When I was in New York it was slang for 'no fucking way.' (Andrei)

When I was younger, my view of New York was really wide-eyed and excited. I've lived here all my life.

I can't imagine my life without the extraordinary bebop jazz revolution in New York in late '40s and '50s.