#yorker

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

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

As an old-time New Yorker, it's not that I miss the '70s and '80s or whatever. I miss the fact that there was a certain kind of energy that exists when people can live for nothing. ↗

— Abel Ferrara

#energy #exists #fact #i #kind

These are tough times, and the New Yorkers I have met are facing economic adversity with grace and dignity. They worry about their future, care about their neighbors and hope this storm will pass so they can focus on better days ahead. ↗

— Harold Ford

#adversity #ahead #better #care #days

I'm a native New Yorker. Everything to do with New York feels like my family. ↗

— Susan Sarandon

#family #feels #i #like #native

When you get into statistical analysis, you don't really expect to achieve fame. Or to become an Internet meme. Or be parodied by 'The Onion' - or be the subject of a cartoon in 'The New Yorker.' I guess I'm kind of an outlier there. ↗

— Nate Silver

#analysis #become #cartoon #expect #fame

To every New Yorker - and to all those who believed in what I tried to stand for - I sincerely apologize. ↗

— Eliot Spitzer

#believed #every #i #i tried #new

Anytime four New Yorkers get into a cab together without arguing, a bank robbery has just taken place. ↗

— Johnny Carson

#arguing #bank #bank robbery #cab #four

I am more of a New Yorker than ever and just actually, sometimes I fantasize about living somewhere else, where it's maybe not quite so crowded or stressful, blah, blah, blah and after September 11th, I guess I could just not imagine living anywhere else. ↗

— Sigourney Weaver

#actually #after #am #anywhere #blah

The title of the poems was The Only Bar in Dixon. We sent it out to The New Yorker on a fluke, and they took them and printed all three in the same issue. ↗

— James Welch

#dixon #fluke #issue #new #new yorker