Quotes About Urban

There is little in the architecture of a city that is more beautifully designed than a tree.

Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.

We need to make it safe to cycle across London. Why not pedestrianise parts of London like Oxford Street and Parliament Square? I intend to plant 200 million trees across London in my term as mayor.

In New York, I like it when you can get bagels at 3 in the morning.

I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made room.

Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit.

I had the sense that cities were yielding, that they moved over and made room.

A woman in her late sixties described her new iPhone: "it's like having a little time square in my pocketbook. All lights. All the people I could meet.

In the United States, normal arose within a cultural context as the nation sought to control a growing urban population and Americanize immigrants from around the world. Normalcy, though, is first and foremost an idea that arises from statistics. The normal, norm, or normalcy do not exist in the real world of real people [emphasis mine], despite the fact that we are told that we can modify our behavior and train our bodies and minds to reach it.

They can't complain to the police, they say, because their cows roam the streets. The police will only take down an FIR (First Information Report) and register a case if cows are stolen from within someone's property. So these farmers buy Alsatian dogs to guard the cows. They buy roosters to wake them up at dawn for the milking; and then buy hens to give the rooster something to do. Within the compound of an urban dairy farmer lies an entire ecosystem.

All cities have a certain fascination that is lost with too intimate a knowledge.

Everyone in L.A. is very positive and upbeat, whereas London can get quite miserable at times.

In New York, the buildings are like mountains in some ways, but they are only alive because of the people living in them. Real mountains are alive all over.

There's this thing of you can live in a city and be completely alone, not notice anything going on around you.

Blaiston Street is the kind of area where no-one has ever paid any rent, where even the little comforts of life go only to the strongest, and plague rats go around in pairs because they're frightened.

This isn't Hell, it's the Nightside. Thought sometime you can see Hell from here.

Somewhere across the city, among the thousands of thumping hearts, was the one he wanted.

What is this?' 'A Smart Car' It looked like an SUV took a dump and out came the Smart Car

And behind their frail partitions Business women lie and soak, Seeing through the draughty skylight Flying clouds and railway smoke. Rest you there, poor unbelov'd ones, Lap your loneliness in heat, All too soon the tiny breakfast, Trolley-bus and windy street!

I had left small-town, rural life for good, and I had no intention of ever returning, not because I didn't like my home but because I had always known that I would leave. Leaving was part of my life romance, part of an idea I had about myself as a person destined for adventure; and as far as I could tell, adventure lay in the urban wilds of Manhattan, not in the farmland of Minnesota.

I liked the streets as much as museums, and I spent hours in the city wandering around, inhaling the garbage.

but the fact is that New York is as much a myth as a place, and because we all participate in that fiction, we make it partly real.

Real New York and imaginary New York aren't easily separated. The stuff of a city isn't only material; it's spiritual as well.

I love New York City.