Quotes About Urban

I used to live in New York, and I know a number of people who have friends who work at galleries. I spent time hanging out with them, going to openings. It was a good way to do research, to hang out and to look at the art that was present.

The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

I felt that this grey, monstrous London of ours, with its myriads of people, its sordid sinners and its splendid sins

Here are two chairs; let us sit down and see the smart people go by.

The only action on the street was booze and hot cunt.

London late at night -- or even in the daytime, for that matter -- is no place for a man in scarlet tights.

Oh,great.It's like we're being bussed in from the fucking projects, Aphrodite and I'm hoping for urban renewal, Aphrodite grumbled.

The metropolitan touch sometimes proves a trifle too exotic for the provinces.

It's a hell for the poor, in New York. An iron, grinding city. It frightens you. It's so big and hard and cruel. It takes the fight out of you.

There was nothing of the flaneur about the Bowery boy.

El agua anda descalza por las calles mojadas.

Beautiful cities have a treacherous nature.

It was the seventh or eighth floor, she couldn't remember which. A streetcar crawled past the front of the hotel, and people on the sidewalk moved in every direction, with legs on either side of them, and it crossed her mind to jump.

Tuileries Gardens—Paris's own version of Central Park.

I've never been in a place that seemed as mean or shitty, and I've spent time in some of the great sewer cities of the world.

We lived in Boston, in an apartment where even the rats had to walk stoop-shouldered.

The face of London was now indeed strangely altered:

And here I must observe again, that this necessity of going out of our houses to buy provisions was in a great measure the ruin of the whole city

They say that when you're really in love, the world becomes gossamer and gorgeous, but in my experience the world gets grimy, and the love object is in stark relief from the surroundings. This is love, a pretty thing on an ugly street.

The street was a yellow streak, however many yards wide, cabs and cabs and cabs and the occasional car that wasn't a cab so the whole thing looked like a scarcely-been-touched ear of corn.

A girl meets a boy, Ed, and everything changes, or so she says. She walks down the streets and the storefronts look the same, even as we linger on their flickering reflections. The cars move quickly, slowly, quickly down the block. She gets coffee and says it tastes different, quitely, to herself.

On the sidewalk, a discarded refrigerator with its face ripped off, and on the curb an old mattress with wire intestines hanging out of its belly.

at least for now, the "demand" for EVs is largely coming not from consumers, but from governments whose evolving policies are shaped by climate concerns as well as by urban pollution and congestion.

There's no reason why children in inner cities or rural areas do not receive the same quality education or opportunities as those in suburbs or wealthy neighborhoods. If we truly believe in giving all citizens a chance to pursue happiness and pursue their goals, then we cannot continue to marginalize entire groups of people.