Manhattan's always fascinating, too, just a big, stinky, smelly conglomeration of numbered avenues and streets, but it's just got a vibe that's hard to beat. I shouldn't like it, but I do. I can't put my finger on it.
New York is the greatest character actor ever. Any film that is shot in New York is elevated by the city.
New York is great for people watching and there's a bunch of amazing rooftops.
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
Sometimes I miss the spirit of London, but it's a very gray place.
I'm from the East Coast. I love the city. I love the characters. I love the kind of people we are, the kind other people look at in amazement.
New York just feels real to me, and not everyone is in the movie business.
I miss the noise in New York: the sound of taxis and that constant buzz the city has.
Philly is more East Coast than Pittsburgh. It's closer to New Jersey and New York, so the vibe is way more fast-paced.
I had a major bug for cities and for paintings and literature and all the things I thought went on in cities.
He found that he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best in the spring, when the gummy sheen on the turbid waters of the Ankh River had a special iridescence and the eaves were full of birdsong, or at least birds coughing rhythmically
The vibe, it's that excitement. New York, you just can't describe it. You get a similar thing from Paris and London, but it's not New York.
On Broadway, only the fire doors separate you from the sidewalk and you're lucky if the sound of a police car doesn't rip the envelope twice a night.
One will feel the same subtle nausea coming into the city or waiting to depart from it that one feels now in such plastic catacombs as O'Hare's reception center in Chicago.
It's funny, but I always feel really safe on the streets of London. It's the most inspiring place to be in the world.
The streets of a modern city are depressing. They are so aimless and so weak in their lines and their masses, that the mind and senses jog on their way like passengers in a train with blinds down in an overcrowded carriage.
