Quotes About Urban

Spaghetti Junction is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen at night.

fewer pedestrians die jaywalking than using regulated crossings.

Walk around Tokyo and all you see are people trying to sell you something. Tell them okay and before you know you have bought something. Make the mistake of telling your address and now you're on a mailing list. Some old guy pats you on the shoulder and before you know what hit you you're in a hotel room. Stalkers' victims, the ones they kill, are always women.

Disney reconceptualized the amusement park as a full imaginative experience, a theme park, rather than a series of diversions, and just as his animation revised graphic design, his park eventually revised urban design.

Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem. In fact, a city is nothing more than a solution to a problem, that in turn creates more problems that need more solutions, until towers rise, roads widen, bridges are built, and millions of people are caught up in a mad race to feed the problem-solving, problem-creating frenzy.

As we walk, I collect business cards for escort services from sleazy guys handing them out to anyone who will take them. Not that I intend to call the numbers on the cards, but it's something to collect.

I marveled that people could live so close—that you could literally be surrounded by thousands who were only inches away—and yet be completely isolated.

From the city of Caracas

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

as I walked through the modern Carrousel.° The old Paris is gone. A town's complexion, like human hearts, never stays put at all.

Charles Baudelaire

O Beduíno da civilização descobre no Saara das grandes cidades muitas razões para enternecer-se, que o homem, cuja sensibilidade se encontra limitada pela home e a família, ignora. Há no barathrum das capitais, e também no deserto, alguma coisa que fortifica e configura o coração do homem, que o fortalece de uma outra maneira, quando não o deprava e não o enfraquece até a abjeção e ao suicídio.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

When you clean up a city, you destroy it.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.

First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.

I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.

The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios … We were all in it together.

I sat back down and poured a glass of wine. I left my door open. The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios . . . We were all in it together. We were all in one big shit pot together. There was no escape. We were all going to be flushed away.

What kind of d*ck are you? Celine asked. -The best in L.A. -Yes? What's L.A. stand for? -Lost as*holes.

At lunchtime (10:24 p.m.) I went out and bought the L.A. Times.

The bums were better dressed, younger, but just as listless. They sat around on the window ledges, hunched forward, getting warm in the sun and drinking the free coffee that W.F.I. offered. There was no cream and sugar, but it was free.