New York, thy name's Delirium

Mijn laatste reisverhaal, en ik pink een traantje weg. Dit wordt dan ook een ode aan de staat en stad waaraan ik mijn hart verloren heb. Acht quotes voor acht maanden New York!

Juli 2016

“The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from.” - Moss Hart, Act One

Augustus 2016

“It is necessary to find one's own way in New York. New York City is not hospitable. She is very big and she has no heart. She is not charming. She is not sympathetic. She is rushed and noisy and unkempt, a hard, ambitious, irresolute place, not very lively, and never gay. When she glitters she is very, very bright, and when she does not glitter she is dirty. New York does nothing for those of us who are inclined to love her except implant in our hearts a homesickness that baffles us until we go away from her, and then we realize why we are restless.” – Maeve Brennan

September 2016

“New York is the only city in the world where you can get run down on the sidewalk by a pedestrian.” – Russel Baker

Oktober 2016

"Look across the water at the Statue of Liberty or Ellis Island, the place to which so many of the New York tribe came in order to truly live. Learn the tale of our tribe, because it's your tribe too, no matter where you were born.” – Pete Hamill

November 2016

“New York, the nation's thyroid gland.” ― Christopher Morley

December 2016

“I am here as a speck, but I don't feel scared or about to be blown away, I feel like all New York is a warm embrace just waiting to enfold me. I am in love. But not with a person. I am passionately in love with my life.” – Ann-Marie MacDonald

Januari 2016

“What, indeed, is a New Yorker? Is he Jew or Irish? Is he English or German? Is he Russian or Polish? He may be something of all these, and yet he is wholly none of them. Something has been added to him which he had not had before. he is endowed with a briskness and an invention often alien to his blood. He is quicker in his movement, less trammeled in his judgement...The change he undergoes is unmistakeable, New York, indeed, resembles a magic cauldron. Those who are cast into it are born again.”  Charles Whibley

Februari 2016

“It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.” – O. Henry

Tot snel,

J