Quotes About Metropolis

San Francisco is a city; L.A. is a collection of suburbs that have very little in common with one another.

We identify New York with the great bridges and tunnels and roadways and subway system and so forth.

A city is half beast and half machine, with arteries of fresh water and veins of foul, nerves of telephone and electrical cables, sewer lines for bowels, pipes full of pressurized steam and others carrying gas, valves and fans and filters and meters and motors and transformers and tens of thousands of interlinked computers, and though its people sleep, the city never does.

New York being the greatest walking city in the world, I tend to walk everywhere as long as I am afforded the time.

Mais Paris est un véritable océan. Jetez-y la sonde, vous n'en connaîtrez jamais la profondeur.

The city disappears street by street as you enter it.

La città non è una giungla d'asfalto, come è stato detto; è uno zoo umano».

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.

Portland, Maine, is more like a big town than a booming metropolis. It was built around fishing, turned to manufacturing, but then eventually became one of those cities that you don't really know why it exists other than to take care of itself. The population was only around sixty thousand, but that still made it the biggest city in Maine.

Different cities have different vibes to them, and New York is such a huge, thriving metropolis.

We'll have Manhattan,The Bronx and StatenIsland too.

that underlay the city of Chicago.

the infinite Manhattan night.

How easy it might be to think that with the casting down of this crystal manna, the great metropolis has been sanctified, that it is as innocent as these bridal veils make it seem.

Roger became aware, in a subliminally marital way, that his wife was disgruntled at the thought of being left behind to organize the harvest-a filthy, exhausting job at the best of times-whilst he frolicked with a squad of his co-religionists in the romantically exciting metropolis of Cross Creek, population two hundred.

I love Atlanta, even the city.

I always dreamed of living in N.Y.C.

New York is so dry.

Buildings will collapse, power plants will stop generating electricity. Generals will drop atomic bombs on their own populations. Mad revolutionaries will run in the streets, crying fantastic slogans. I have often thought it would begin in New York. This metropolis has all the symptoms of a mind gone berserk.

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears.

Long-time inhabitant of steeples, accustomed to contemplating, from his perch on a rainspout, the expanse of roofs, he knew that the souls of cities are more substantial and more lasting than those of all their inhabitants put together.

London is a series of villages, really. I like that.

the city is just too big and too full of people to be alone.

Lovat thinks you can just hide someone in a place like the Commercial Road. You can't! It might be part of one of the busiest cities on earth, but at heart the East End is just a village. Too small to hide out in.