Quotes About Urban

Now Second Avenue is a dismal street, made from scraps and ends; part cobblestone, part asphalt, part cement; and its atmosphere of desertion is permanent.

I love this city. I love all cities. I'm in love with everyone and everything.

Community gardens] were oases in the urban landscape of fear, places where people could safely offer trust, helpfulness, charity, without need of an earthquake or hurricane...Community gardens are places where people rediscover not only generosity, but the pleasure of coming together. I salute all those who give their time and talents to rebuilding that sense of belonging.

New York remains what it has always been : a city of ebb and flow, a city of constant shifts of population and economics, a city of virtually no rest. It is harsh, dirty, and dangerous, it is whimsical and fanciful, it is beautiful and soaring - it is not one or another of these things but all of them, all at once, and to fail to accept this paradox is to deny the reality of city existence.

architecture is there, presenting itself to us even when we do not seek it out or even choose to be conscious of it

Across the globe, one billion people live in slums: that is, one in seven human beings.

Short, narrow streets run far and wide / as if they were homesick.

On Sackville Street, a girl who seemed to be about to choke coughed up something from her very core. / She wipes her mouth on her jute cloak / and reloads her father's four-bore. / The sky is full of coal dust.

In a routine that served me for the next few weeks, I wandered around the busy, seemingly safe part of the city.

It is my suspicion that people who are glamoured by big cities and think of themselves as urbane and thoroughly metropolitan are at heart country mice—simple, fearful, overdomesticated provincials, dazzled by city lights.

Operation Hold the Line in 1993 in the El Paso sector. "The idea was to put a huge number of Border Patrol agents in urban areas

the banality of the rational world and its street signs and lampposts asserted itself.

Matar, matar, matar... Verbo transitivo exigindo objeto direto ensanguentado.

As for New York City, it is a place apart. There is not its match in any other country in the world.

Crowds moved wherever he went, across the bridge to Manhattan, in New York, wherever he went, life flowed and eddied, but he was not part of it.

Day by day beneath the opulence of this city Wang Lung lived in the foundations of poverty upon which it was laid.

Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing.

If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.

Is graffiti art or vandalism? That word has a lot of negative connotations and it alienates people, so no, I don't like to use the word 'art' at all.

Bus stops are far more interesting and useful places to have art than in museums.

I am for the art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art of ice cream cones dropped on concrete.

I like druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains. I like their lack of training, their primitive technique. I think it hurts you, when you stay too long in school.

A walk down 14th street is more amazing than any masterpiece of art.

Any excuse to live in New York and do art. Has to be one of the most rewarding experiences in the world.