"I wondered how this town ever got put together. Someone was dreaming big all right. Starting down in Wall Street and nosing ever upwards into the ruins of the old West Side, Broadway snakes through the island, the only curve in this world of grids. Somehow Broadway always contrives to be just that little bit shittier than the zones through which it bends. Look at the East Village: Broadway's shittier than that. Look uptown, look at Columbus: Broadway's shittier. Broadway is the moulting, scuffed-up python of New York. I sometimes feel like that myself. Here the fools sway to Manhattan time."
Martin Amis, Money