New York Quotes

I like New York in June, How about you? I like a Gershwin tune, How about you? I love a fireside when a storm is due. How about you? I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips, How about you?

New York is too strenuous for me; it gets on my nerves.

East side, west side, all around the town, The tots sand “Ring-arosie,” “London Bridge is falling down”; Boys and girls together, me and Mamie Rorke Tripped the light fantastic On the sidewalks of New York.

The state bird of New York is the Jaywalk.

I love short trips to New York; to me it is the finest three-day town on earth.

Sometimes, from beyond the skyscrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.

Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night. A fine rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze, And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows, I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened, Then Baxter and Calabro, Davis and Eberling, names falling into place As droplets fell through the dark. […]

Never let the poor and destitute emigrant stop at New York – it will be his ruin.

New Yorkers like to boast that if you can survive in New York, you can survive anywhere. But if you can survive anywhere, why live in New York.

If Paris is the setting for a romance, New York is the perfect city in which to get over one, to get over anything. Here the lost “douceur de vivre” is forgotten and the intoxication of living takes its place.