Quotes About Urban

There's got to be someone for me, who's breathing Berlin. And he will have black hair and a bowtie of white silk

Manhattan madness You've got me at last I'm like a fly upon a steeple Watching seven million people

Buildings will collapse, power plants will stop generating electricity. Generals will drop atomic bombs on their own populations. Mad revolutionaries will run in the streets, crying fantastic slogans. I have often thought it would begin in New York. This metropolis has all the symptoms of a mind gone berserk.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

The city of cats and the city of men exist one inside the other, but they are not the same city.

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears.

The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand

The city is redundant: it repeats itself so that something will stick in the mind. […] Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist.

I am the man who comes and goes between the bar and the telephone booth. Or, rather:that man is called 'I' and you know nothing else about him, just as this station is called only 'station' and beyond it there exists nothing except the unanswered signal of a telephone ringing in a dark room of a distant city.

The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins.

The city does not consist of this, but of relationships between the measurements of its space and the events of its past:

Long-time inhabitant of steeples, accustomed to contemplating, from his perch on a rainspout, the expanse of roofs, he knew that the souls of cities are more substantial and more lasting than those of all their inhabitants put together.

La ciudad no cuenta su pasado, lo contiene como las líneas de una mano, escrito en las esquinas de las calles, en las rejas de las ventanas

That was a time when I didn't give a damn about anything, the period when I came to settle in this city. "Settle" is the wrong term. I had no desire to be settled in any sense;

It seems impossible, in a big city like Paris, but you can waste hours looking for the right place to burn up a corpse.

Kedilerin kentiyle insanlar?n kenti iç içeydi, ama ayn? kent de?ildiler.

When a man rides a long time through wild regions he feels the desire for a city.

?nsanlar on bir ay boyunca kenti seviyorlar, kente toz kondurmuyorlard?; gökdelenler, otomatik sigara sat?c?lar?, panoramik perdeli sinemalar sürekli bir çekicilik kayna?? say?l?yordu. Bu duyguyu kesinlikle payla?mayan tek ki?i ise Marcovaldo idi.

Inutilmente chiudete le vostre porte, - questa era la risposta che ci si poteva attendere dalla portatrice d'acqua, - io mi guardo bene dall'entrare in una Città che è tutta di metallo compatto. Noi abitatori del fluido visitiamo solo gli elementi che scorrono e si mescolano.

Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist.

Mercury, god of the fickle, to whom the city is sacred, worked this ambiguous miracle.

People nowadays like to be together not in the old-fashioned way of, say, mingling on the piazza of an Italian Renaissance city, but, instead, huddled together in traffic jams, bus queues, on escalators and so on. It's a new kind of togetherness which may seem totally alien, but it's the togetherness of modern technology.

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky?

Ours isn't a perfect world. It's downtown--a gilded toilet where people defecate in the streets, where untreated crazies run amok, where Business Improvement District dispatchers get stabbed in the back, where residents gleefully attend midnight arson, where cars pin people to walls, where tourists disintegrate in water tanks, where old men get beaten to death outside their apartments.