The Colossus of New York Quotes

“You swallow hard when you discover that the old coffee shop is now a chain pharmacy, that the place where you first kissed so-and-so is now a discount electronics retailer, that where you bought this very jacket is now rubble behind a blue plywood fence and a future office building. Damage has been done to your city. You say, ''It happened overnight.'' But of course it didn't. Your pizza parlor, his shoeshine stand, her hat store: when they were here, we neglected them. For all you know, the place closed down moments after the last time you walked out the door. (Ten months ago? Six years? Fifteen? You can't remember, can you?) And there have been five stores in that spot before the travel agency. Five different neighborhoods coming and going between then and now, other people's other cities. Or 15, 25, 100 neighborhoods. Thousands of people pass that storefront every day, each one haunting the streets of his or her own New York, not one of them seeing the same thing.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“The city knows you better than any living person because it has seen you when you are alone.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“We can never make proper goodbyes. It was your last ride in a Checker cab and you had no warning. It was the last time you were going to have Lake Tung Ting shrimp in that kinda shady Chinese restaurant and you had no idea. If you had known, perhaps you would have stepped behind the counter and shaken everyone's hand, pulled out the disposable camera and issued posing instructions. But you had no idea. There are unheralded tipping points, a certain number of times that we will unlock the front door of an apartment. At some point you were closer to the last time than you were to the first time, and you didn't even know it. You didn't know that each time you passed the threshold you were saying goodbye.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Maybe we become New Yorkers the day we realize that New York will go on without us.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Live every minute as if you are late for the last train.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“New York City does not hold our former selves against us. Perhaps we can extend the same courtesy.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Improbable as it may be, the day still has a few indignities left. The day waters down indignity with frustration to make it last longer. Abomination, thy name is Subway. He cannot enter. They flood through turnstiles, hips banging rods, and will not let him enter. He must get home, but it's all he can do to get halfway in before another one charges at him. A fish out of school. Everybody knows how it works except for him. All of them from every floor are crammed into this one subway car: the makers of memos, the routers of memos, the indexers filers and shredders of memos, the always-at-their-desks and the never-around. How do they all fit. Squabbling like pigeons over stale crumbs of seats. Everyone thinks they are more deserving, everyone thinks their day has been harder than everyone else's, and everyone is correct.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“As if these daily humiliations and sacrifices mean something, are tallied by the ones who keep the books. Tomorrow we pick up where we left off. Sleep tight. Sleep deep. Sleep the sleep of the successful because somehow you made it through the day without anyone finding out that you are a complete fraud.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“The loneliness is the worst, because this knowledge is something that cannot be shared, only suffered. Just as well. Why should anyone else have it easy. Spoken like a true New Yorker.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“IF THEY THINK those two words New York will fix them, who are we to say otherwise.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Do not doubt you inspire with every breath, that every breath is a marvel of engineering.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Keep on the path and you will not see the ruined people, so do not stray from the path.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Sometimes a workweek will grind you into sand, pulverize you into particles.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“...life is an argument with the world over time.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Try to forget bit by bit, it will be easier on you. Leave it behind. Then the plane tilts in its escape and over the gray wing the city explodes into view with all its miles and spires and inscrutable hustle and as you try to comprehend this sight you realize that you were never really there at all.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“This city is reward for all it will enable you to achieve and punishment for all the crimes it will force you to commit.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Tonight the song you always despised strides from the jukebox full-bodied and you hear the lyrics for the first time, understand the lyrics for the first time after all these years. This new you with an older soul. Now it's your favorite. All this time singing the wrong words.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“People spare a minute or two relishing other people's setbacks before their own inadequacies distract them again. This is his umpteenth pint but he has a hollow leg or some sort of emptiness in himself and doesn't feel the least bit tipsy. What they take for her air of mystery is merely a side effect of her medication.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Did you know that smiling politely burns up the same amount of calories as speaking your mind.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Things are pretty much status quo with the sexual-tension friend.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Failing at everything except his fear of success. Passed over yet again. Archivist of slights. Everyone else's good fortune is food out of your mouth or a hug you never got from someone who should have loved you better. Halfway through lunch she realized glass ceilings allow glimpses up into another person's hell.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Why should anyone else have it easy. Spoken like a true New Yorker.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Like the moon, you’re only good and visible a few days a month. Exerting influence, pulling up whitecaps. The rest of the time falling away, cut up into parts and nobody knows where you are. It’s so cold. Just a few more blocks, dear.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Like the best storms, rush hour starts out as a slight drizzle, then becomes unholy deluge.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“Like the moon, you're only good and visible a few days a month. Exerting influence, pulling up whitecaps. The rest of time falling away, cut up into parts and nobody knows where you are.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“When you talk about this trip, and you will, because it was quite a journey and you witnessed many things, there were ups and downs, sudden reversals of fortune and last-minute escapes, it was really something, you will see your friends nod in recognition.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“He spills his guts, it was the last sip that sent him over the edge but she has her hands full with her own loneliness, she's not about to take on his. Reach inside to muzzle the broken part of you that is now talking.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York

“To preempt rejection she dresses to exaggerate her difference when the true enemy is not the world's disdain but its indifference. He is surely the next item in a dreary procession and cannot be seen for all those previous disappointments.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York