Quotes About Urban

How do you know so much?" Babette said. "I'm from New York.

Et puis aussi, c'était New York, où les gens ne posent pas de questions.

The sewer system is a form of welfare state. It's a government funnel to the sea.

Forse in quella metropoli la folla era davvero essenziale all'individuo, perché senza di essa non c'era nulla contro cui rivolgere la propria rabbia, mancava l'eco del proprio dolore, si dissolveva ogni prova concreta dell'esistenza di persone ancora più sole al mondo.

Of course we had hoped that he would take up his sword as part of the President's war on poetry. The time is ripe for that. The root causes of poetry have been studied and studied. And now that we know that pockets of poetry still exist in our great country, especially in the large urban centers, we ought to be able to wash it out totally in one generation, if we put our backs into it.

Alexander speculates that no more than 9 percent of the land should be devoted to parking, and most pedestrians probably do feel the less parking, the better. Many

When you are purchasing real estate, the three most important rules remain: location, location, location.

Nashville bike store: With 110 people moving to Nashville every day, people are wasting more and more time every day sitting in traffic.

Nashville bike store: and you'll get hours back in your day and get to work faster.

There was no breeze, not the slightest current; the day lay like a filthy blanket upon the city.

I had never been to Brooklyn and didn't know a thing about it but I liked the idea of living in a city - any city, especially a strange one - liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of odd, solitary life I might slip into?

The cab smelled like curry, cigarettes, and body odor, and the safety glass between me and the driver had cracks in it.

In 1450, a pack of wolves killed and ate forty people in the middle of Paris. The leader of the wolves was called Courtaud (which translates as 'Bobtail') and was said to be a deep red in colour. The wolves were lured into the heart of the city and were speared and stoned to death in front of Notre Dame Cathedral.

THERE IS an old saying that in Belfast it rains five days out

HOUSTON, TEXAS, IS A CULTURE DISH of urban sprawl, a baffling and stultifying and astonishing congeries of good taste, bad taste and no taste scattered across five hundred square miles of flat Gulf coastal plains.

There are more doctors in a single North Shore medical building than in one entire West Side ghetto.

Out of forty-eight boys twenty had never seen the Brooklyn Bridge that was scarcely five minutes' walk away, three only had been in Central Park, fifteen had known the joy of a ride in a horse-car. The street, with its ash-barrels and its dirt, the river that runs foul with mud, are their domain.

The slum is as old as civilization.

Imagine, my brother signed. Imagine if somebody built a bridge right outside our window and we could just walk across the highway and be on the other side.

The green of Tennessee faded quickly into the foreign world of Brooklyn, heat rising from cement. I thought of my mother often, lifting my hand to stroke my own cheek, imagining her beside me, explaining this newness, the fast pace of it, the impenetrable gray of it. When my brother cried, I shushed him, telling him not to worry. She's coming soon, I said, trying to echo her. She's coming tomorrow. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

La rue de la Colonie Est parallèle A la rue de la Providence Et chacune d'elles (Si l'une l'est, n'est-ce pas, l'autre l'est aussi) Perpendiculaire A la rue Bobillot "Sergent du génie mort au Tonkin (1860-1885)" Au 76bis se trouve un ESPACE CANIN

In response to a tactless question he once said to me, 'What do you expect? This lousy neighbourhood gave me the come-on. I couldn't resist.

Here, in a few words, you've said all you need to say. People stand by each other, but they don't talk. It's remarkable. I've investigated the extraordinary history of these walls. I think I'm the only person who knows that it's the stones, the stones alone that set the tone here.

ahorita me siento julieta aquí en el piso doce y tu mirándome desde el malecón infecto lleno de ratas, ay qué emoción, no cualquier día la hacen sentirse a una como julieta...