Quotes About Urban

Baltimore and Detroit - they are solid cities.

We have to rethink the way we light our cities. We have to think again about light as a default solution. Why are all these motorways permanently lit? Is it really needed? Can we maybe be much more selective and create better environments that also benefit from darkness? Can we be more gentle with light?

Cities are not problems. They are solutions.

There are no problems that exist in the District that have been solved elsewhere in the country. Whatever problems exist in this city exist other places.

Some things shoot in Chicago, but even those things that shoot there still cast their bigger roles in L.A. or New York.

I think there's a difference between somebody who grows up in Paris or London and goes to Los Angeles. But if you grow up in the green fields, and you rarely go into the city, you're so overprotected that when you do go to L.A., it's almost a bigger slap in the head.

I grew up in big cities my whole life, and in my late 20s, I just felt like I was looking for something else.

I once believed soft, warm, beautiful things could never flourish in an environment of hard concrete and cold, dark bricks.

I love you because Five floor walk up1 to the 2 to the EThree avenues

There are a lot of historical lofts in Houston, and it's amazing for me that a lot of them were built in the 1920s. I love the exposed bricks and the very industrial stuff.

I love New York. It just reminds me of so many movies... I look up at buildings, and feel like Godzilla should be climbing up them or something.

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

I could still taste her kiss on my lips as I walked along a deserted Chalk Farm Road at sunrise.

I love architecture.

Svitalo je, kada je Filip stigao na kaptolski kolodvor. Dvadeset i tri godine nije ga zapravo bilo u ovom zakutku, a znao je još uvijek sve kako dolazi: i truli slinavi krovovi i jaka buka fratarskog tornja i siva, vjetrom isprana jednokatnica na dnu mra?nog drvoreda.

In a subway car, my skin would typically fall in the middle of the color spectrum. On street corners, tourists would ask me for directions. I was, in four and a half years, never an American; I was immediately a New Yorker.

Yes, Manila had its slums; one saw them on the drive from the airport: vast districts of men in dirty white undershirts lounging idly in front of auto-repair shops — like a poorer version of the 1950s America depicted in such films as Grease .

Det er forbløffende hvor stemningsfull kunstig belysning kan være når det har begynt å mørkne, hvordan den kan påvirke oss følelsmessig, selv nå, ved begynnelsen av det enogtyvende århundre, i byer så store og godt opplyst som denne.

when it would be squarely in the path of heavy machine-gun and rocket fire as fighters advanced into this part of town: a view like staring down the barrel of a rifle. Location, location, location, the realtors say. Geography

One's relationship to windows now changed in the city. A window was the border through which death was possibly most likely to come. Windows could not stop even the most flagging round of ammunition: any spot indoors with a view of the outside was a spot potentially in the crossfire. Moreover the pane of a window could itself become shrapnel so easily, shattered by a nearby blast, and everyone had heard of someone or other who had bled out after being lacerated by shards of flying glass.

but that is the way of things, with cities as with life, for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying

They next faced the problem that confronted all young people in the city who wanted to continue in one another's company past a certain hour. During the day there were parks, and campuses, and restaurants, cafés. But at night, after dinner, unless one had access to a home where such things were safe and permitted, or had a car, there were few places to be alone.

They were achingly beautiful, these ghostly cities—New York, Rio, Shanghai, Paris—under their stains of stars, images as though from an epoch before electricity, but with the buildings of today. Whether they looked like the past, or the present, or the future, she couldn't decide.

the streets] enforce the ancient hierarchy that comes to us from the countryside: the superiority of the mounted man over the man on foot. But here [...] it is the man with four wheels who is forced to dismount and become part of the crowd