Quotes About Urban

I've always watched football in Mumbai.

People should have access to sports, especially in cities like Mumbai, where we have a shortage of space.

As for the development of Mumbai, the problem is that most of our chief ministers are from interior Maharashtra and they are not familiar with the problems confronting the city. Only someone born here will understand the problems of the metropolis.

In Mumbai, our idea of going out is to chill.

I am born and brought up in Mumbai.

The parts of graffiti I like are really antagonizing still - it's not something that a museum would really embrace.

Of course I believe imaginative architecture can make a difference to people's lives, but I wish it was possible to divert some of the effort we put into ambitious museums and galleries into the basic architectural building blocks of society.

There are so many great galleries and museums in London, but they can be very crowded during the day.

I felt I had to share Idaho with my friend from New York because he'd shared New York with me, so I was going to share the beauty of nature with a man who went to museums and clubs late at night. But there was nothing to do where I lived at night.

New York is in my soul.

I was never a fan of cozy mysteries of anything set in the countryside, you know.

My dad was like a street basketball player. He had a real mysterious life.

I'm Irish in the mythic, romantic sense, but in the living sense, I'm a Londoner.

I don't think anybody feels safe in Chicago. Bullets ain't got no name on them.

I grew up in the 'hood around prostitutes, drug dealers, killers, and gangbangers, but I also grew up juxtaposed: On the doorknob outside of our apartment, there was blood from some guy who got shot; but inside, there was National Geographic magazines and encyclopedias and a little library bookshelf situation.

I feel very comfortable in New York, in a city where there is no such thing as 'nationality.'

As a native Staten Islander, it is very frustrating commuting to Manhattan.

We drove by several abandoned houses that were surrounded by overgrown grass and had windows boarded over with plywood. The chipped and peeling paint was covered with graffiti.

To be engaged in some small way in the revival of one of the great cities of the world is to live a meaningful existence by default.

How could you begin to explain London? A city once the color of tobacco and carrots, now chalky stone and angled steel, but vivid chimney pots can still be glimpsed between slivers of rain-specked glass. Nine billion pounds' worth of Christmas bonuses have just been spent in the city's square mile.

Bryant wanted to be outside digging up corpses and chasing (as much as his bad leg would allow) unscrupulous but fiendishly brilliant villains through the back alleys of the city. Instead he was meeting a clerk about forgotten bits of paperwork.

Plastic carrier bags floated around the traffic lights at the end of the Strand like predatory jellyfish.

In 1939, London was the largest city in the world.

Bryant ambled. In Paris he would have been a boulevardier, a flâneur, but in London, a city that no longer had time for anything but making money, he was just slow and in the way.