New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
These are tough times, and the New Yorkers I have met are facing economic adversity with grace and dignity. They worry about their future, care about their neighbors and hope this storm will pass so they can focus on better days ahead.
Living in New York is like being at some terrible late-night party. You're tired, you've had a headache since you arrived, but you can't leave because then you'd miss the party.
There's nowhere in New York to go and have your emotions to yourself. People just look the other way because every day people see someone crying on the subway!
To me, what defines a New Yorker is the edge that one develops from having actually lived here. Once you have it, it doesn't go away, and everywhere else in the world feels like it is in slow motion.
In the early '90s, New York was a pretty depressing place.
I get nostalgic for British negativity. There is an inherent hope and positive drive to New Yorkers. When you go back to Britain, everybody is just running everything down. It's like whatever the opposite of a hug is.
What's so fascinating about New Yorkers is that each person has a whole lexicon of personal logic in the way that they decipher and do what has to be done to enjoy, stay alive, take pleasure in this place.
For a Bostonian... we live in the shadow of New York, and to be acknowledged by New Yorkers is really the greatest feeling.
There are two things in New York, euphoria and disaster.
Life in New York is one of succumbing to a tidal wave of control and direction, of numbing oneself to emotion.