A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe and 50 times: It is a beautiful catastrophe.
There is no place like it, no place with an atom of its glory, pride, and exultancy. It lays its hand upon a man's bowels; he grows drunk with ecstasy; he grows young and full of glory, he feels that he can never die.
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.
There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.
All great art is born of the metropolis.
Everybody ought to have a lower East Side in their life.
New York has a trip-hammer vitality which drives you insane with restlessness if you have no inner stabilizer.
The city as a center where, any day in any year, there may be a fresh encounter with a new talent, a keen mind or a gifted specialist-this is essential to the life of a country. To play this role in our lives a city must have a soul-a university, a great art or music school, a cathedral or a great mosque or temple, a great laboratory or scientific center, as well as the libraries and museums and galleries that bring past and present together. A city must be a place where groups of women and men are seeking and developing the highest things they know.
Chicago is the great American city, New York is one of the capitals of the world, and Los Angeles is a constellation of plastic; San Francisco is a lady
I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.
I'm going to show you the real New York - witty, smart, and international - like any metropolis. Tell me this: where in Europe can you find old Hungary, old Russia, old France, old Italy? In Europe you're trying to copy America, you're almost American. But here you'll find Europeans who immigrated a hundred years ago - and we haven't spoiled them. Oh, Gio! You must see why I love New York. Because the whole world's in New York.
America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland.
Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
I go to Paris, I go to London, I go to Rome, and I always say, 'There's no place like New York. It's the most exciting city in the world now. That's the way it is. That's it.'
Maybe we can show government how to operate better as a result of better architecture.
One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something direful in the sound.
As for New York City, it is a place apart. There is not its match in any other country in the world.
New York is the only real city-city.
New York is the biggest collection of villages in the world.
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