Because it's Wednesday. And I love this quote. And well, why not?
I like to show people the city through my eyes, which are not realistic -- they’re highly romanticized. New York has always been a great object of romantic fantasy for me. When I was a child, I lived in Brooklyn, and we were a half-hour away by train. In the early forties, my father would bring me from Brooklyn into Manhattan for a Sunday or something like that...
You’d ride the subway for a half-hour from Brooklyn, then walk up into Times Square and look in every direction, and there would be lit marquees from movie houses. I mean, where I grew up -- and it was an abundant-movie neighborhood in Brooklyn, you know -- there were a certain number of cinemas, but when you came up at 42nd Street and looked east and west on 42nd Street, and up Broadway, I never saw anything like it in my life.
Paris is the only city, I think, that can compete with New York. Paris is a more beautiful city, but it’s not more exciting. I still fantasize that a million interesting stories are occurring in those apartments on Fifth Avenue and in those redbrick houses on Bank Street and on Central Park West. You know, it’s still so vibrant that I’ve never felt any diminution of intensity for the city. It’s always Manhattan, this little, compact island, where everything is going on. The cosmetics have changed. You know, it’s a computer world now, and terminology changes, and styles of psychotherapy changed to a degree, and the protocols of relationships go in and out. But the fundamentals have not changed.
