#york

I was near-delirious. Gazing up at the pillared skyline, I knew that I was surveying a tremendous work of man. Buying myself a drink in the smaller warrens below, in all their ethnic variety (and willingness to keep odd and late hours, and provide plentiful ice cubes, and free matchbooks in contrast to English parsimony in these matters), I felt the same thing in a different way. The balance between the macro and the micro, the heroic scale and the human scale, has never since ceased to fascinate and charm me. Evelyn Waugh was in error when he said that in New York there was a neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistook for energy. There was, rather, a tensile excitement in that air which made one think—made me think for many years—that time spent asleep in New York was somehow time wasted. Whether this thought has lengthened or shortened my life I shall never know, but it has certainly colored it. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#new-york #life

On his own okay, Bush has authorized eavesdropping on as many as a thousand people over the past three years, with some of those intercepts being purely domestic, the New York Times reported. ↗

— Margaret Carlson

#being #bush #domestic #eavesdropping #his

Chance is life's only certainty. ↗

— Mickey Wyte

#mystery #new-york-city #life

The knife of corruption endangered the life of New York City. The scalpel of the law is making us well again. ↗

— Edward Koch

#city #corruption #endangered #knife #law

Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#fall #new-york-city #love

The salesgirl, the landlord, the guests, the bystanders, sixteen varieties of social circumstance in a day. Everyone has the power to call your whole life into question here. Too many people have access to your state of mind. Some people are indifferent to dislike, even relish it. Hardly anyone I know. ↗

— Renata Adler

#social-interaction #life

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts. ↗

— O. Henry

#art

The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#new-york-city #beauty

New York, like London, seems to be a cloacina [toilet] of all the depravities of human nature. ↗

— Thomas Jefferson

#new-york-city #nature

I don't hate it here," she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she'd been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. "It's just that I don't belong here." He gave her a meloncholy smile. "If it's any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it's strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There's something about the ocean that just calls to me. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#home #life #new-york #nicholas-sparks #the-last-song