New York is the only real city-city. It is harsh, dirty, and dangerous, it is whimsical and fanciful, it is beautiful and soaring — it is not one or another of these things but all of them, all at once, and to fail to accept this paradox is to deny the reality of city existence.
Perhaps he becomes a little provincial, a little dead and afraid. The city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world. Scott Fitzgerald I was in love with New York. No wonder the city never sleeps. In New York I feel plugged into a strong alternating current of hope and despair. There is not its match in any other country in the world. Buck For in that city [New York] there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.
It is rather, a lust of the total ego for recognition, even for eminence. More than elsewhere, everybody here wants to be somebody. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I will kill to get what I need. It makes me want to buy school supplies.
When this happens I ask to be taken to New York City. Always I return home weary but I have the comforting certainty that mankind is real flesh and I myself am not a dream. It is a beautiful catastrophe.
New York City is itself a detective story. The shapes and the thought that made them. The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. What other religion do we need? Appleberg She has become a wicked and wild bitch in her old age has Manhattan, but there is still no sensation in the world quite like walking her sidewalks.
Great surges of energy sweep all around you; the air fizzes like champagne, while always there is a nervous edge of fear and whispered distant promises of sudden violence. He idolized it all out of proportion… no, make that: To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.
Clean is not enough. The returning troops marched up Fifth Avenue and girls were instinctively drawn East and North toward them — this was the greatest nation and there was gala in the air. Scott Fitzgerald New York is a different country. Maybe it ought to have a separate government. You have to believe New York is, has been, and always will be the greatest city on earth.
The center of the universe. Shapiro There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless. Old lovers, ex-boyfriends, anyone you have unresolved issues with you are bound to run into again and again until you resolve them.
How in all this mess is a guy supposed to find the love of his life? I mean, where do you even begin? I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later—because I did not belong there, did not come from there—but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs.
I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.
You must see why I love New York.