New York City is a city one belongs to instantly... as much in five minutes as in five years.
New York City is a city in a hurry. Its unifying characteristic is a spirit of urgency.
New York City is a city only for the very rich, the very poor, and also the very young.
New York City is a city of possibility, a city that gives one these sense that something extraordinary will happen any minute, any day, any month.
New York City is a city one doesn't come to unless a strong aspect of one's personality is the delusion of a reality shaped around one's own desires.
New York City is a city one loves even though it isn't theirs, the way a street or a house belongs to one because one belong to it.
New York City is a city only for the very rich and the very poor. It is less often said that new york is also, at least for those of us who came there from somewhere else, a city for only the very young.