" And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban nights are like the night there.

I have looked down across the city from high windows. It is then that the great buildings lose reality and take on their magical powers. They are immaterial; that is to say, one sees but the lighted windows. Squares after squares of flame, set and cut into the Aether.

Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will. "

― Ezra Pound