New York Quotes

I hate New York every day except Marathon Sunday. The kids slapping hands with you, saying ‘Way to go, honky.’ I love that!

The city is going to survive, we are going to get through it.

The Americans are justly very proud of it, and its residents passionately attached to it – a young New Yorker, who had been in Europe for more than a year, was in the same sleigh with me. ‘There goes the old city!’ said he in his enthusiasm, as we entered Broadway; ‘I could almost jump […]

New York is the perfect model of a city, not the model of a perfect city.

That frightful cyclone of electricity and machinery called New York.

If, in New York, you arrive late for an appointment, say, “I took a taxi.”

Of course, another explanation for people not availing themselves of professional help is that New Yorkers are too disoriented to know they’re disoriented. Anyway, and to the distress of those selling therapy, they don’t want the therapy, even when someone else is paying. A measure of generalized craziness is what makes New York New York.

What else can you expect from a town that’s shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?

Ah! Some love Paris and some Purdue. But love is an archer with a low IQ. A bold bad bowman and innocent of pity. So I’m in love with New York City.

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.