Quotes About Urban

In New York, everyone's desperate for success, desperate for money and desperate to be accepted, but in London they're more laid back about things like that.

The government of cities is the one conspicuous failure of the United States.

glimpse through the slats of a city mad with the day-to-day grind, moving and grooving. In a way he felt envious of those people, completely oblivious that a crazy

It was as if the buildings were alive, growing right before their eyes as they got closer.

only rarely do we see beyond the needs of humanity, and he linked this blindness to our Christian and humanist infrastructure. It arose 2,000 years ago and was then benign, and we were no significant threat to Gaia. Now that we are over six billion hungry and greedy individuals, all aspiring to a first-world lifestyle, our urban way of life encroaches upon the domain of the living Earth.

Time is a Colossus, and he's marching up Broadway!

Because we are urban dwellers we are obsessed with human problems. We are so alienated from the world of nature that few of us can name the wild flowers and insects of our locality or notice the rapidity of their extinction.

In this kip of a city it's regarded as a crime for a poor man to go about his lawful occasions

New York has collapsed.

He had a picture in his mind of Studs Lonigan courageously telling life and the world to stick itself up it's old tomato.

As a veteran journalist who covered both sides of the waterfront once remarked, had a path been paved across the Hudson, Chelsea and Hoboken would have made one neighborhood.

The Milliken decision was pivotal in the postwar history of race relations, for it badly hurt whatever hopes reformers still maintained of overturning de facto segregation of the schools and of slowing a dynamic that was accelerating in many American urban areas: "white flight" of familes to suburbs.69 Flight in turn eroded urban tax bases, further damaging schools and other services in the cities.

Beginning in the late 1940s, the current of people fleeing from farm to town and city swelled into a flood—one of the most dramatic demographic shifts of modern American history. By 1970 only 9.7 million people, or 4.8 percent of the overall population, worked on the land. The number of farms fell from 5.9 million at the close of World War II to 3 million twenty-five years later.

And yet I thought of him almost every day. The Russian novels I had to read for school reminded me of him; Russian novels, and seven pillars of wisdom, and so too the Lower East Side—tattoo parlors and pierogi shops, pot in the air, old polish ladies swaying side to side with grocery bags and kids smoking in the doorways of bars along Second Avenue.

No reason to feel nervous at night, not even at eleven thirty at night, in the heart of New York. Nothing ever happened to her kind of people; things happened to people living down those cross streets in old red bricks or old brownstones. Things threatened silver and gold dancers there in the Iridium Room across. But things didn't happen to her or anyone she knew.

Oh damn!' said Lord Peter Wimsey at Piccadilly Circus.

But peace is in the mind, and not in streets, however old and beautiful

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

A year later Matthew Rees, writing for the New Republic, similarly defended Norplant incentives on the ground that the current threat to children in our inner cities makes it an option that the morally serious can no longer simply dismiss. (Our inner cities and the underclass, of course, are another way of referring to the Black urban poor.)

Tips for aliens in New York: Land anywhere, Central Park, anywhere. No one will care or indeed even notice.

nearly forcing him into the path of a cyclist, who cursed and swore at him from a moral high ground that cyclists alone seem able to inhabit.

a fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming

what I remember is the silence in spite of the noise. In my head it might just as well have been a snowy day in the country.