#york

Another woman approached me while I was having lunch at the Russian Tea Room in New York and told me that the reason she had become a lawyer was because she had read 'Rage of Angels'. To me, that kind of feedback has more meaning than any sales figures. ↗

— Sidney Sheldon

#another #another woman #any #approached #because

I don't really like New York better than Portland. It's just a different place. ↗

— Elliott Smith

#different #different place #i #just #like

I left for New York expecting to repeat my success, only to be turned down by almost every publisher in that city, till the Viking Press, my American publishers of a lifetime, thought of taking me on. ↗

— Patrick White

#american #city #down #every #expecting

The chariot was purchased by a private collector who took it home to New York. I take pleasure in knowing that it was built to last for at least a thousand years. ↗

— Kit Williams

#chariot #collector #home #i #knowing

I love the drive from York to Whitby over the moors - one of the great journeys, in my book. ↗

— Penelope Wilton

#drive #great #i #i love #journeys

I am one of the 11.5% of New Yorkers who remain traumatized by the events of September 11. ↗

— Lanford Wilson

#events #i #i am #new #new yorkers

What had brought me to New York in the autumn of 1972 was a letter of recommendation written by Norman Mailer, the author of 'The Naked and the Dead' and American literature's leading heavyweight contender, to Dan Wolf, the delphic editor of 'The Village Voice.' ↗

— James Wolcott

#author #autumn #brought #contender #dan

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

— Thomas Wolfe

#five #instantly #minutes #much #new

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

— Henny Youngman

#city #dad #drunk #most #new

I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline. Particularly when one can't see the details. Just the shapes. The shapes and the thought that made them. The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. What other religion do we need? And then people tell me about pilgrimages to some dank pesthole in a jungle where they go to do homage to a crumbling temple, to a leering stone monster with a pot belly, created by some leprous savage. Is it beauty and genius they want to see? Do they seek a sense of the sublime? Let them come to New York, stand on the shore of the Hudson, look and kneel. When I see the city from my window - no, I don't feel how small I am - but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#new-york-city #beauty