And it was to this city, whenever I went home, that I always knew I must return, for it was mistress of one's wildest hopes, protector of one's deepest privacies. It was half insane with its noise, violence, and decay, but it gave one the tender security of fulfillment. On winter afternoons, from my office, there were sunsets across Manhattan when the smog itself shimmered and glowed… Despite its difficulties, which become more obvious all the time, one was constantly put to the test by this city, which finally came down to its people; no other place in America had quite such people and they would not allow you to go stale; in the end they were its triumph and its reward. Willie Morris
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/ Whatever interests the rest interests me
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Walt Whitman
My advice for aspiring writers is go to New York. And if you can’t go to New York, go to the place that represents New York to you, where the standards for writing are high, there are other people who share your dreams, and where...
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Walter Kirn
In some neighborhoods, faces mature faster than bodies.
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Brandon Stanton
When you're single, your weekend days are wide-open vistas that extend in every direction; in a relationship, they're like the sky over Manhattan: punctured, hemmed in, compressed.
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Adelle Waldman
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book -and does
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Groucho Marx
More Quotes By Willie Morris
They had buried him under our elm tree, they said -- yet this was not totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.
And it was to this city, whenever I went home, that I always knew I must return, for it was mistress of one's wildest hopes, protector of one's deepest privacies. It was half insane with its noise, violence, and decay, but it gave one the...
When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from it.
