Quotes About Urban

From the conservative dark Into the ethical life The dense commuters come, Repeating their morning vow.

Like shadowsof the plumbingthat is all that is leftof the great city.

And over the talkative city like any other Weep the non-attached angels

In the cities the birds are forgotten among other things but then one could say that the cities are made of absences of what disappeared so they could be there

London audiences have this reputation for being a bit too cool for school.

L.A.'s kind of, like, seven really cool towns. It's so laid-back. If you go in the right spot, you can walk around, and you don't need a car.

I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.

What would it look like if a Christian took literally Jesus' sweeping commands and acted on them. What would a Good Samaritan look like today, in urban America?

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same.

This is the funny thing about New York - there are so many things to do at all times of the day, but there are still moments when you have no idea which of them to do, and feel extra silly because you know there has to be something out there for you to do; your mind just hasn't found it yet.

the infinite Manhattan night.

The scene is very Sopranos meets Rent.

In the Big Apple, you get people like Beth on every bus, and nobody would say a word. You get races mixing, and it's no big deal. Old people, young people, everyone keeps their mouth shut. There's just more tolerance there.

traffic was worse than Manhattan at rush hour.

we heard music coming from inside — jazz. It sounded sophisticated and lonely.

L.A. burns, and so many other cities smolder, waiting for the hose that will flood gasoline over the coals, and we listen to politicians who fuel our hate and our narrow views and tell us it's simply a matter of getting back to basics while they sit in their beachfront properties and listen to the surf so they won't have to hear the screams of the drowning.

L.A. burns, and so many other cities smolder, waiting for the hose that will flood gasoline over the coals, and we listen to politicians who fuel our hate and our narrow views and tell us it's simply a matter of getting back to basics while they sit in their beachfront properties and listen to the surf so they won't have to hear the screams of the drowning.

La cálida mano de Angie se cerraba en torno a la mía mientras dábamos media vuelta y, esquivando los escombros, seguíamos el camino de la brisa en dirección a nuestra parte de la ciudad.

La ciudad, dijo el locutor, estaba a la expectativa. La ciudad, nos aseguró el locutor, contenía la respiración.

No, a guy had one on the T when I was coming over here. I work in Cambridge.

It's impossible to park on Tremont or even idle there for more than thirty seconds. A platoon of meter maids, imported from the female Hitler Youth shortly after the fall of Berlin, roam the street, at least two to a block, pit bull faces on top of fire hydrant bodies, just waiting for someone stupid enough to stall traffic on their street.

Kabul reminds me of Sofia in that the traffic is virtually nil by capital city standards;

It was a hot summer—there wasn't any other kind in Boston