New York now leads the world's great cities in the number of people around whom you shouldn't make a sudden move.
That's great advertising when you can turn Chicago into a city you'd want to spend more than three hours in.
If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If, in New York, you arrive late for an appointment, say, I took a taxi
When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it
My first day in Chicago, September 4, 1983. I set foot in this city, and just walking down the street, it was like roots, like the motherland. I knew I belonged here.
The City of New York is like an enormous citadel, a modern Carcassonne. Walking between the magnificent skyscrapers one feels the presence on the fringe of a howling, raging mob, a mob with empty bellies, a mob unshaven and in rags.
All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large American city in a single year. Not all bits have equal value.
I give you Chicago. It is not London and Harvard. It is not Paris and buttermilk. It is American in every chitling and sparerib. It is alive from snout to tail.
North Carolina is the place you fly over on the way to Florida. Ohio is the flat place between Hoboken and Malibu.
The siren south is well enough, but New York, at the beginning of March, is a hoyden we would not care to miss-a drafty wench, her temperature up and down, full of bold promises and dust in the eye.
New York is large, glamorous, easy-going, kindly and incurious, but above all it is a crucible, because it is large enough to be incurious
The New Yorker has devoted itself for 59 years not only to facts and literal accuracy but to truth. And truth begins, journalistically, with the facts.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world.
In some Chicago neighborhoods, looking for a parking space is not unlike panning for gold.
I have struck a city - a real city - and they call it Chicago... I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.
Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos.
The California crunch really is the result of not enough power-generating plants and then not enough power to power the power of generating plants.
When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a field of gelded bulls - whereas a city of anarchy is a city of promise
If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.
There's nothing wrong with Southern California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure