Browsing Topic Best Bronx Quotes

I don’t need bodyguards. I’m from the South Bronx.

Most American Jews came from the lower middle classes, and therefore they brought with them not a lot of Jewish culture. The American Jewish story starts with Ellis Island, and the candy store in the Bronx.

To be able to help a 13-year-old kid from the Bronx follow her dreams just by letting her know she’s not forgotten in this crazy world – that’s why I got involved with Frum Tha Ground Up.

I come from the South Bronx – a true descendant of the melting pot. I grew up in a really mixed neighborhood; it was a very integrated life.

There’s a lady up in heaven who must be very proud of the way the people in Baltimore have treated her boy from the Bronx.

I found a guy in the Bronx who had an old plywood Kay bass that he wanted $75 for. He held it for me, and I gave him a few dollars every time I could scrape some extra money together. Meanwhile I borrowed or rented basses for jam sessions and paying jobs. It was a great thrill when I finally took possession of my Kay.

New York, New York, – a helluva town, The Bronx is up but the Battery is down.

Also, I preached to gangs on the streets of Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Bronx – and miracles began to happen.

When I was four years old, my mother owned some tenements in the Bronx.

I was born in Harlem, raised in the South Bronx, went to public school, got out of public college, went into the Army, and then I just stuck with it.

The saddest thing in life is wasted talent, and the choices you make will shape your life forever.

The Bronx are great. I have a lot of respect for those guys, they know more about music and how that world works than most of the players out there.

My father always said, ‘The saddest thing in life is wasted talent.’

It’s like hip hop all over again, back in the ’70s back in the Bronx, when it was just bubbling. But it’s going to be huge.

I’m tenacious, I think – I know – and I do also have a quality where if you tell me I can’t do something, if I know I can’t do it I’m the first to raise my hand and say, I can’t do that. But there is a big Bronx, New York Jew in me that just says, Really? Really? You think I – yes, I can. I can do it. I can do it.

The choices that you make will shape your life forever.

Everyone at school seems to go by a nickname. Kat, Frosty, Bronx, Boo Bear, Jelly Bean, Freckles.

I was haunted always by my other life-my drab room in the Bronx, my square foot of the subway, my fixation upon the day’s letter from Alabama-would it come and what would it say?-my shabby suits, my poverty, and love. While my friends were launching decently into life I had muscled my inadequate bark into midstream… I was a failure-mediocre at advertising work and unable to get started as a writer. Hating the city, I got roaring, weeping drunk on my last penny and went home.

When I started really singing I was 17, 18 years old. I used to go around trying to be a singer in the Bronx. My knees would shake but I learned by doing.

Sometimes you think they must have come out of the chimp cages at the Bronx zoo.

I lived in a house in the East Bronx, a totally Jewish neighborhood on East 172nd Street. You didn’t see Christians much, although one lived next door. We thought they were kind of a minority.

I’m just a simple Jewish boy from the Bronx.

When I was a kid in New York I used to go to the zoo. I always liked the zoo. I grew up within walking distance of the Bronx Zoo. And then when my first two children were young, I used to take them to the zoo. Zoos are always interesting. And I make pictures.

That’s why this generation is the least racist generation ever. You see it all the time. Go to any club. People are intermingling, hanging out, having fun, enjoying the same music. Hip-hop is not just in the Bronx anymore. It’s worldwide. Everywhere you go, people are listening to hip-hop and partying together. Hip-hop has done that.

I grew up in the South Bronx, raised by my grandmother, who scrapped and scraped to make sure I had a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I was painfully aware of what it was like to live with limited resources and a certain level of uncertainty.

It seems to me that you are better off, as a writer and as an American, in a small town than you’d be in New York. I thoroughly detest New York, though I have to go there very often…. Have you ever noticed that no American writer of any consequence lives in Manhattan? Dreiser tried it (after many years in the Bronx), but finally moved to California.

Whoever is born in New York is ill-equipped to deal with any other city: all other cities seem, at best, a mistake, and, at worst, a fraud. No other city is so spitefully incoherent. Whereas other cities flaunt there history – their presumed glory – in vividly placed monuments, squares, parks, plaques, and boulevards, such history as New York has been unable entirely to obliterate is to be found, mainly, in the backwaters of Wall Street, in the goat tracks of Old and West Broadway, in and around Washington Square, and, for the relentless searcher, in grimly inaccessible regions of The Bronx.

Ladies and Gentleman, the Bronx is burning.

But one sets of grandparents lived on Davidson Avenue in the Bronx and one lived in Manhattan and I had an aunt and uncle in Queens, so in my heart I was a New Yorker.

I came from the Bronx and a certain background. I worked really hard. I kept my focus on the right things.

The value of tolerance is central to living in today’s world – especially in diverse places like the Bronx.

My own style influences have to do with where I grew up, in the Bronx, and I still like to wear bangles and big hoops!

New Yorkers only cross water for visual culture if the water is an ocean. The East River throws us for a huge loop. If we started going to Queens and the Bronx for visual culture, many of our rent, space, and crowding problems would be over indefinitely.

If you grow up in the South Bronx today or in south-central Los Angeles or Pittsburgh or Philadelphia, you quickly come to understand that you have been set apart and that there’s no will in this society to bring you back into the mainstream.

Yet I will look upon thy face again, My own romantic Bronx, and it will be A face more pleasant than the face of men. Thy waves are old companions, I shall see A well remembered form in each old tree And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsy.