Quotes About Urban

Las Vegas is the only town in the world whose skyline is made up neither of buildings, like New York, nor of trees, like Wilbraham, Massachusetts, but signs.

Los Angeles seems endlessly held between these extremes: of light and dark - of surface and depth. Of the promise, in brief, of a meaning always hovering on the edge of significance.

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edgeI'm tryin' not to lose my headIt's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

It's quite possible we may actually be looking at some kind of super-sanity here. A brilliant new modification of human perception, more suited to urban life at the end of the twentieth century...He creates himself each day. He sees himself as the lord of misrule and the world as a theatre of the absurd.

No matter where you are you can grow something to eat. Shift your thinking and you'd be surprised at the places your food can be grown! Window sill, fire escape and rooftop gardens have the same potential to provide impressive harvests as backyard gardens, greenhouses and community spaces.

Creating your own urban farm is as simple as planting your flowerbeds with edibles.

I was seduced by the notion that the long walks I was taking made me a flâneur, too.

Stop wishing that the traffic wasn't so heavy, you live here, this is rush hour, deal with it.

Shepherdess, O Eiffel Tower, your flock of bridges is bleating this morning.

Bergère ô tour Eiffel le troupeau des ponts bêle ce matin - Zone -

Quise proponer una danza que mostrara los viajes en Metro como alegoría de la alienación de la sociedad contemporánea

Decidió ir derecho hacia San Angel. Caminó hasta Insurgentes y dio vuelta en Avenida de la Paz rumbo a Revolución. De los Godinez pasó a los mirreyes chavorrucos y a las forras chiquiguapas. Egresaban de los restaurantes medio jarras a pedir su auto al valet. Cayennes para los papis, Land Rovers para las nenas y en el inter, pose de padrotones ellos, de Cuqui la rayita ellas.

The underground of the city is like what's underground in people. Beneath the surface, it's boiling with monsters.

en el Distrito Federal? Sólo los héroes o los idiotas.

I found my way to street level and into what optimists call 'fresh air

Sleeping in the park in a city is a form of civilization. First, you need a city with enough bustle and clatter to make a person yearn for a calm, green spot. Then you need a first-class park,

Everyone says its a myth until one day something happens in the streets that brings it back to life.

To fall in love in New York is to walk,

We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

They walk down Westheimer, a long, long street that always smells of burnt rubber and carbon monoxide, occasionally interrupted by the aromas of foods from all over the world: Mexican, Japanese, Indian, Brazilian, Vietnamese, Chinese, Guatemalan, etc.

Still, that was the city, a great big filthy breeding-place for vermin – animal and human.

It did not last long. It is only in the movies that knife fighters stab and miss and slash and miss and tussle over several city blocks.

That is God ... A shout in the street.

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