3,292 Quotes About New-york

Lesson: In the real world, ninety-nine cents will not get you into New York City. You will need the full dollar.

Well,’ I said, ‘Paris is old, is many centuries. You feel, in Paris, all the time gone by. That isn’t what you feel in New York — ’He was smiling. I stopped.‘What do you feel in New York?’ he asked.‘Perhaps you feel,’ I told him, ‘all the time to come. There’s such power there, everything is in such movement. You can’t help wondering—I can’t help wondering—what it will all be like—many years from now.

It is a world completely rotten with wealth, power, senility, indifference, puritanism and mental hygiene, poverty and waste, technological futility and aimless violence, and yet I cannot help but feel it has about it something of the dawning of the universe. Perhaps because the entire world continues to dream of New York, even as New York dominates and exploits it.

Oh no. I split my time between Paris and New York. They're the only places to really live.

The Empire State is always switching up its look; it doesn’t just run with the same thing night in, night out. Like the same business suit or business casual duds a dude would wear. The big beauty gets bored with classic white, goes all out with different colors for different occasions.

The cushions of my friend's couch were some kind of rubberized velour, the windows were uncurtained, and at five a.m. the birds were all atwitter and the light, the L.A. light everyone goes on and on about, was right in my East Coast eyes. Give me New York any day, I thought. But when New York came, it was with fangs and claws, in a nightmare I now woke from screaming.

Peter laughed. “Still worried somebody’ll get ideas? Listen, champ, New York is teeming with faggots. One more or less won’t frighten the horses.

Times Square—loud and bright twenty-four hours a day, bearing a more stunning light than the Statue of Liberty ever could, a Disneyfied Lucifer leading New York’s damned to a fire ever-building, ever-burning.

But you failed to realize that America has only ever deemed certain heritages worth preserving. If the Lenape were forced from their ancestral home on the island of Mannahatta, the eviction of Little Syria's impoverished immigrants is no surprise, and it's hard for me to imagine that things will ever be any different.