ðə pˈoʊɪt ɡˈælweɪ kˈɪnəl wˈʌns sˈɛd ʌvðə mˌæɡɐzˈiːn, "ðə nˈuː jˈɔːɹk kwˈɔːɹɾɚli sˈɜːvz ɐn ɪnvˈæljuːəbəl fˈʌŋkʃən — ænd ðæt ɪz fˈaɪndɪŋ ænd pˈʌblɪʃɪŋ wˈʌndɚfəl tˈælənts — sˈʌtʃ ɐz fɹˈænts dˈaʊski, ˈæntlɚ, pˈɛnənt, lˈɪfʃɪn, ɪnˈɛz, mˌɔːɹɪˈɑːɹɾi — hˌuː mˈeɪ nˌɑːɾɐv ðə ɹˌɛkəɡnˈɪʃən ðæt ðɛɹ wˈɜːk sˌoʊ ɹˈɪtʃli dɪzˈɜːvz.
The poet Galway Kinnell once said of the magazine, "The New York Quarterly serves an invaluable function — and that is finding and publishing wonderful talents — such as Franz Douskey, Antler, Pennant, Lifshin, Inez, Moriarty — who may not have the recognition that their work so richly deserves.