Everything in New York is a photograph. All the things that are supposed to be dirty or rough or unrefined are the most beautiful things. Garbage cans at the ends of alleyways look like they’ve...

When you’re single, your weekend days are wide-open vistas that extend in every direction; in a relationship, they’re like the sky over Manhattan: punctured, hemmed in, compressed.

We played this game from the west village to the upper east side til around midnight when the Chrysler building was far behind us and we weren’t sure if we were in love anymore.

For in that city [New York] there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.

Till your inner garden and your outer landscape will flourish

What I love about New York: the faster and more recklessly my cab driver drives the safer and all around better I feel.

In her mind the U.S. was nothing more and nothing less than a país overrun by gangsters, putas, and no-accounts. Its cities swarmed with machines and industry, as thick with sinvergüencería as Santo Domingo was...

The Bronx? No Thonx!

A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times : It is a beautiful catastrophe.

One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.

It cannot be done all at once. To overpower vertigo – the keeper of the abyss- one must tame it, cautiously.

Money is the petrol of life.

New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.

Manhattan is an accumulation of possible disasters that never happen.

Diving in IS testing the water.

The alchemy of diamonds from the rough is to mine every moment.

Tradition does not mean a dead town; it does not mean that the living are dead but that the dead are alive. It means that it still matters what Penn did two hundred years ago...

Brooklyn was like Philadelphia made better by its proximity to Manhattan.

I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.

Every true New Yorker believes with all his heart that when a New Yorker is tired of New York, he is tired of life.

WHAT CAN YOU SPEND BUT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK????TIME!CHOOSE HOW YOU SPEND YOUR TIME AND WHO YOU SPEND IT WITH WISELY.

Have you ever experienced a beauty of soul, an esthetic grace, that was so intense it made you want to cry?”From Central Park Song ( A Screenplay )

That’s how quickly New York City comes about – like a weather wane – or the head of a cobra. Time tells which.

New York, the nation’s thyroid gland.

I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.

Those who receive the blessing are those who see beyond its disguise.

Now the evening’s at its noon, its meridian. The outgoing tide has simmered down, and there’s a lull-like the calm in the eye of a hurricane – before the reverse tide starts to set in.The...

A middle finger is more New York than a corporate ambush. I bleed for my hometown, and I’d die for my fans.

Manhattan in the morning is a living stream of Purpose; everyone’s got a place to be and a problem on their mind. That doesn’t mean it’s and unfriendly place — just busy and preoccupied. Personally,...

I know where a lot of them [the elite or elitists] live.Where’s that?Well, in our nation’s capital and New York City. I’ve seen it. I’ve lived there.

Did you go to the the theatre last time you were here?’No, it’s too expensive.”What did you do?”What tourists always do in New York City. Empire State, Statue of and all the galleries. There’s a...

The Empire State, a lonely dinosaur, rose sadly at midtown, highest tower, tallest mountain, longest road, King Kong’s eyrie, meant to moor airships, alas.

When it is good, this is a city of fantastic strength, sophistication and beauty. It is like no other city in time or place. Visitors and even natives rarely use the words urban character or...

She had the most beautiful awkwardness

Critics in New York are made by their dislikes, not by their enthusiasms.

East Side, West Side, all around the town,The tots sang “Ring-a-rosie, London Bridge is falling Down;Boys and Girls together, me and Mamie O’Rorke, Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York.

Fear not your flame as you flood your caverns with firelight.

New York is appalling, fantastically charmless and elaborately dire.

I mean it,” I said. “You’re in danger.””Relax, Harry. I’m not letting anyone lick me, and I’m not looking anyone in the eyes. It’s kind of like visiting New York.

New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about...

As she looked in the full-length mirror in her dressing room, she added a few ropes of pearls, pinned a white silk camellia, and draped the Chantilly lace shawl. In that moment, Dana thought of...

In Washington Square, one could still feel the characters of Henry James and the presence of the author himself. Entering the perimeters of the white arch, one was greeted by the sounds of bongos and...

He had an overwhelming urge to take possession of her lips, silencing any mention of another man’s name.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

What, indeed, is a New Yorker? Is he Jew or Irish? Is he English or German? Is he Russian or Polish? He may be something of all these, and yet he is wholly none of...

The city is the size of a country, but has been operated like a candy store.

No need to queue up; step forward and count yourself in.

Experiment with grounding yourself with who you are, not what you do.

When I had a look at the lights of Broadway by night, I said to my American friends : “What a glorious garden of wonders this would be, to any who was lucky enough to...

Back and forth from Brooklyn to Manhattan. New York at night, from its bridges, is a miracle. When I first came to the city, it took all my fantasies and set them on fire, turned...