#yorker

New Yorkers love it when you spill your guts out there. Spill your guts at Wimbledon and they make you stop and clean it up. ↗

— Jimmy Connors

#clean #guts #love #make #new

I'm a born and bred New Yorker. I belong here. Everytime I leave it's like losing a leg. ↗

— Judy Holliday

#born #bred #everytime #here #i

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#obscurity #the-new-yorker #accomplishments

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#humor #the-new-yorker #humor

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#home #hometown #new-york-city #new-yorker #optimism

I'm a New Yorker, and I rarely get to work at home. ↗

— Hope Davis

#home #i #new #new yorker #rarely

I felt uncomfortable calling myself a writer until I started with 'The New Yorker,' and then I was like, 'Okay, now you can call yourself that.' ↗

— David Sedaris

#calling #felt #i #like #myself

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

Susan was a tough-minded romantic. She wanted to fall in love with a book. She always had reasons for her devotions, as an astute reader would, but she was, to her credit, probably the most emotional one among us. Susan could fall in love with a book in more or less the way one falls in love with a person. Yes, you can provide, if asked, a list of your loved one’s lovable qualities: he’s kind and funny and smart and generous and he knows the names of trees. But he’s also more than amalgamation of qualities. You love him, the entirety of him, which can’t be wholly explained by even the most exhaustive explication of his virtues. And you love him no less for his failings. O.K., he’s bad with money, he can be moody sometimes, and he snores. His marvels so outshine the little complaints as to render them ridiculous. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#readers #love

But one sets of grandparents lived on Davidson Avenue in the Bronx and one lived in Manhattan and I had an aunt and uncle in Queens, so in my heart I was a New Yorker. ↗

— Jason Alexander

#avenue #bronx #davidson #grandparents #had