3,292 Quotes About New-york

יועד לוגם מהכוס ומעווה את פניו. ״חרא קפה.״״בפעם הבאה תלך לקפה מול הספרייה,״ היא מציעה לו טיפ של מקומיים. רק לפני שנה פתחו אותו, וכל הקמפוס מדבר עליו: כמו בניו יורק, כמו בסן פרנסיסקו, בסיאטל: קלייה עצמית, מיקרו־זנים. היא עצמה ניסתה כמה פעמים והתביישה לומר שהקפה היה לה מר וחמוץ.הוא זורק את הכוס לפח זבל שעומד בקצה המסדרון. ״לשם הלכתי.״

New York had pushed and bent and bullied, driving me underground to sort out the madness and sculpt my Being with my own hands in self-discovery on its cold pottery wheel and in the white heat of its kiln. The City enabled me to learn who I really was, as a pixelated man and member of Humanity.

A year earlier my parents had moved us out of the city to a split-level on Long Island, their idea of the American dream, which meant it as now an hour-and-a-half commute via the 7:06 Hicksville to Penn Station every morning. (Dark City Lights)

New York este un oraș înfricoșător. Milioane de oameni se luptă bărbătește pentru viața lor. E un oraș cu prea mulți bani. Prea mulți la unii și prea puțini la alții. Și lucrul acesta aruncă o lumină tragică peste tot ce se petrece aici.

New York este un oraș înfricoșător. Milioane de oameni se luptă bărbătește pentru viața lor. E un oraș cu prea mulți bani. Prea mulți la unii și prea puțini la alții. Și lucrul acesta aruncă o lumină tragică peste tot ce se petrece aici

By comparison with other less hectic days, the city is uncomfortable and inconvenient; but New Yorkers temperamentally do not crave comfort and convenience- if they did they would live elsewhere.

With over a millennia of heritage behind them, each with their own glimpse of empire and some pinnacle of human expression (a Sistine Chapel or Götterdämmerung), now they were satisfied to express their individuality through which Rogers they preferred at the Saturday matinee: Ginger or Roy or Buck. America may be the land of opportunity, but in New York it's the shot at conformity that pulls them through the door.

My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad; but New York City?

As a people we practiced excess. Excess in everything - pleasure, gaud display, endless toil, and death. Vagrant children slept in the alleys. Ragpicking was a profession. A conspicuously self-satisfied class of new wealth and weak intellect was all aglitter in a setting of mass misery.