City Quotes
I loved the abandoned subway stations, rushing past the darkened platforms, the sprawl of graffiti like old letters. Letters left by ghosts.
I never wrote him. I never saw him again. He was just gone, this dear, dear man, this friend of my soul in the hospital so long ago, disappeared. This is a New York story too.
I said, "It really didn't feel like a choice. Where else is there to go?
In New York, everything was permissible. No one cared what you wore, how you looked. Only you cared about those things. And if they didn’t worry you, then they didn’t matter.
They pine for the hip, frosty girlfriend they abandoned for a pleasant if unexciting marriage to her sunnier, less mentally present sister coast.
We took our food order to go, in greasy paper bags, and walked across Columbus Circle to Central Park. He helped me up the giant prehistoric-looking rock just off the playground.
This was the year he rode the subway to the ends of the city, two hundred miles of track.
Maybe we become New Yorkers the day we realize that New York will go on without us.
New York is such an awful place. No wonder it's so crowded. No wonder it's almost impossible to leave.
Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.
I would stay in New York, I told him, just six months, and I could see the Brooklyn Bridge from my window. As it turned out the bridge was the Triborough, and I stayed eight years.
I'm here because I was born here and thus ruined for anywhere else, but I don't know about you.
It dawned on me that no person is as poetically homesick as someone who has come to New York for the first time and glimpsed a small vestige of her home state.
Oh God. Goddammit. I never got to see the pyramids. Or the Taj Mahal. I ...I never even got to leave the country.""Don't sweat it, brother. You got to live in NYC. You didn't miss shit.
She had to get used to her new name, The Drummer. Twelfth, and last in line, but on a good note, she had the most money, and more importantly, she was alive.
Why should anyone else have it easy. Spoken like a true New Yorker.
And just as I'm about to lay on the Yi-Wang-Smooth, I see Lay #1 and Lay #3 show up to our table and take the two empty seats nearby. From: "My Worst Valentine's Day.Ever: a Short Story
Like a driver who has lost control of his vechicle, I was bracing for the impending crash."From: "My Worst Valentine's Day.Ever: a Short Story
This isn’t Soviet Russia. This is America we’re talking about. For God’s sake, this is New York City.
Did you really think I'd steer you wrong?" Then William pointed to the wide-open country beyond the next ridge. "New York's that way. My compass is unerring.
Maybe the price of forgetting that even in America, even in New York City, when a man back home is talking, you better listen closely.
Maybe the price of forgetting that even in America, even in New York City, when a man from back home is talking, you better listen closely. (Dark City Lights)
Sometimes we have to break down to break through.
I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.
At chaos’ core lies the invitation.
If you want it badly enough, it’s yours.
Our lives follow the stories we tell ourselves.
New insights from being present are a gift.
Stay open. You may find your tribe where you least expect it.
From the depths of your well, tap your will.
Increase the number of adventures you act on and you’ll lighten the weight of regret.
Those who receive the blessing are those who see beyond its disguise.
No matter how many strikes are hurled at you, only you decide when you’re out.
Endings are the embryos of new beginnings.
If “Been there, done that” isn’t your mantra, then make haste down your “bucket list.
An unlimited supply of wonder and trust, bolsters life lived as a process of discovery.
Diving in IS testing the water.
Go for it. It will make a great story.
Manhattan is basically this island in New York, where all the cool stuff is located.
Like flowers blooming through cement, we, too, can grow beyond our cracks.
Be who you are. You may not always please but you will never go wrong.
Be courageous: be still.
Whether by plane, bus or carpet, own the magic in your ride.
If you built the box, you can also break it down.
When life hands you lemons, why stop at lemonade? Create an entire product line.
If it’s true we only live once, then raise your red velvet curtain every chance you get.
Keep moving. Your next big thing may be just around the corner.