New York...when civilization falls apart, remember we were way ahead of you.
David Letterman
Nick Walker
Irony
I haven't commited a crime. What I did was fail to comply with the law.
David Dinkins, former NYC mayor
The world is grand, awfully big and astonishingly beautiful, frequently thrilling.
But I love New York.
Dorothy Kilgallen
Elle
I went to see a band in New York. The lead singer got on the microphone and he said "How many of you people feel like human beings tonight?" then he said "How many of you feel like animals?" And everyone cheered after the animals part. But the thing is, I cheered after the human being part because I did not know there was a second part to the question.
Mitch Hedberg
Although it was constructed in 1536, the New York subway system boasts an annual
maintenance budget of nearly $8, currently stolen, and it does a remarkable job
of getting New Yorkers from Point A to an indeterminate location somewhere in
the tunnel leading to point B.
Dave Barry
Every true New Yorker believes with all his heart that when a New Yorker is tired of New York, he is tired of life.
Robert Moses
When it's three o'clock in New York, it's still 1938 in London.
Bette Midler
There is something about this ceaseless buzz, and hurry, and bustle, that keeps a stranger in a state of unwholesome excitement all the time, and makes him restless and uneasy, and saps from him all capacity to enjoy anything or take a strong interest in any matter whatever--a something which impels him to try to do everything, and yet permits him to do nothing. He is a boy in a candy-shop--could choose quickly if there were but one kind of candy, but is hopelessly undetermined in the midst of a hundred kinds. A stranger feels unsatisfied, here, a good part of the time.
Mark Twain
Chapter 1.
He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion...no, make that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.'
Er, tsch, no, missed out something.
Chapter 1.
He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles...'. No, no, corny, too corny for a man of my taste. Can we ... can we try and make it more profound?
Chapter 1.
He adored New York City. To him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in ...'
No, that's a little bit too preachy. I mean, you know, let's face it, I want to sell some books here.
Chapter 1.
He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage...'
Too angry, I don't want to be angry.
Chapter 1.
He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat.'
I love this.
New York was his town, and it always would be...”
He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion...no, make that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.'
Er, tsch, no, missed out something.
Chapter 1.
He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles...'. No, no, corny, too corny for a man of my taste. Can we ... can we try and make it more profound?
Chapter 1.
He adored New York City. To him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in ...'
No, that's a little bit too preachy. I mean, you know, let's face it, I want to sell some books here.
Chapter 1.
He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage...'
Too angry, I don't want to be angry.
Chapter 1.
He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat.'
I love this.
New York was his town, and it always would be...”
Woody Allen
