Quotes About Urban

When I was a child growing up in Salinas we called San Francisco "the City". Of course it was the only city we knew, but I still think of it as the City, and so does everyone else who has ever associated with it. A strange and exclusive work is "city". Besides San Francisco, only small sections of London and Rome stay in the mind as the City. New Yorkers say they are going to town. Paris has no title but Paris. Mexico City is the Capital. p197

Una ciudad se parece mucho a un animal. Tiene un sistema nervioso, una cabeza, unos hombros y unos pies. Está separada de las otras ciudades, de tal modo que no existen dos idénticas. Y es además un todo emocional.

By the 1920s, the skyline had replaced the Statue of Liberty as the symbol of the city. New Yorkers pointed to the skyline as their pride and joy

If I won the lottery I'd start a charity that helped little family hardware stores, cobblers and fruit shops open in city centres.

I was born in the West Village in New York, and then when I was about four my family moved to what they joke is the suburbs, the Upper West Side. I lived there for most of my childhood.

Etgar means "challenge." And my family name is Keret, which means "urban." So my name is "urban challenge." My joke is, it's a good description of a birth but a strange name for a human being.

Imagine my delight and awe when I discovered such a thing was a real genre - contemporary fantasy or urban fantasy. It was like having my birthday twice in one week and cookie dough for breakfast.

Urban Fantasy is the orphan left on the doorstep that no-one knows what to do with.

Today barbarism has taken over many city streets, or people fear it has, which comes to much the same thing in the end.

If we become tow people-the suburban affluent and the urban poor, each filled with mistrust and fear of the other-then we shall effectively cripple each generation to come.

Life's such a movie, filmed independent, us against the city.

A fashion that does not reach the streets is not a fashion

What I found in a city—when I finally saw a real one—was disquieting. Nothing matched. It was a weird assemblage of things, but there was beauty in the oddness of it, and the thought that it was all man's doing. But

the queasy purple of light pollution was lonelier than night.

He had a theory going about cities, that the dominant industry of the town filtered into every level of the place, from the architecture to the discourse.

Cooper spun on his heel and walked away. He walked without direction or purpose, without thought or plan. His companions were Frustration and Rage, and together the three of them stalked Manhattan.

beginning. Not just in Chicago

Avevano anche fatto l'amore da lontano, più di una volta. Senza dirselo, si erano ritrovati a sudare, a piegarsi in mezzo a un parco, su un autobus. Il pensiero era così forte, erano braccia che aprivano le costole. Come se l'altro stesse cercando il tuo cuore dal lato opposto della città, attraverso muri di macchine e di cemento.

Il pensiero era così forte, erano braccia che aprivano le costole. Come se l'altro stesse cercando il tuo cuore dal lato opposto della città, attraverso i muri di macchine e cemento.

The sidewalks swarmed with people, the night was full of the noises of the living. They struck Miss Clarvoe's ears strangely, like sounds from another planet.

As he came up Second Avenue, Henry saw that Jerry Lauterbach was again having trouble with the neighborhood psycho. It was natural, Henry reflected, that New York, being so well supplied with all the necessities of life, should not be lacking in persons whose mental furniture was sliding on the polished floors of their intelligence.

Every day was a lesson in how starved the eyes could grow for hue, for reds and golds; how starved the ears could grow for conga drums, for the blare of traffic, for dogs barking, for the baseball games chattering from TVs, for foices talking flatly, conversationally, with rising excitement in Spanish, for children playing n the streets, the Puerto Rican children whose voices sounded faster, harder, than Chicano Spanish, as if there were more metal in their throats.

Every day was a lesson in how starved the eyes could grow for hue, for reds and golds; how starved the ears could grow for conga drums, for the blare of traffic, for dogs barking, for the baseball games chattering from TVs, for voices talking flatly, conversationally, with rising excitement in Spanish, for children playing in the streets, the Puerto Rican children whose voices sounded faster, harder, than Chicano Spanish, as if there were more metal in their throats.

Los Angeles: city that was nothing but a slot machine dispensing plastic toys.