To me, a New Yorker is someone that has general disdain toward landlords, mass-transit authorities, electric companies, sports-team managers, NYU and its students, and anything new.
In New York, you can't really like anything. You know? Pizza's all right. I mean, I've been having pizza since back in the day, so it's whatever.
New York taught me everything.
I head a Salt-n-Pepa song one time, where they named every rapper in New York. And they didn't name us!
New York, specifically, has been very good to me throughout my wrestling career.
There is nothing better than getting to just dig in and seriously play a video game for a six-hour flight from New York to L.A.
When I walked in to read with Edie Falco, it was nice, because I auditioned in New York, and it was very quick. You walk in, there's Edie, the producers, the director, and a camera. I read three scenes, and it was done.
I still think the best classic meal in New York is a coffee-shop breakfast - you sort of can't skip it.
In the New Yorker library, I have long been shelved between Nadine Gordimer and Brendan Gill; an eerie little space nestled between high seriousness of purpose and legendary lightness of touch.
The coffee shop is a great New York institution, but it has terrible coffee. And the more traditional coffee shops are trying to catch up with more sophisticated coffee drinkers.
