Quotes About Urban

Lower Manhattan is the most valuable chunk of real estate on the planet, as well as the economic engine for the entire region—if it can't be protected, then New York City is in deep trouble.

twin gods of Smooth Traffic and Ample Parking—have turned our downtowns into places that are easy to get to but not worth arriving at.

widening a city's streets in the name of safety is like distributing handguns to deter crime. Just

God made us walking animals—pedestrians. As a fish needs to swim, a bird to fly, a deer to run, we need to walk, not in order to survive, but to be happy."38 That thought is beautiful, perfectly obvious, and probably impossible to prove.

all the fancy economic development strategies, such as developing a biomedical cluster, an aerospace cluster, or whatever the current economic development 'flavor of the month' might be, do not hold a candle to the power of a great walkable urban place.

A typical carbon map, such as that produced in 2002 by the Vulcan Project at Purdue University, sends a very clear signal: countryside good, cities bad. For a long time, these were the only maps of this type, and there is certainly a logic in looking at pollution from a location-by-location perspective. But this logic was based on an unconsidered assumption, which is that the most meaningful way to measure carbon is by the square mile. It isn't. The best way to measure carbon is per person.

today engineers acknowledge that building

We can have the kind of city we want. We can tell the car where to go and how fast. We can be a place not just for driving through, but for arriving at.

and booths in active, thriving commercial streets all over the world often have a façade length of 16–20 feet, which Ã¢â'¬Â¦ means that there are new activities and sights to see about every five seconds.

I have never done well in cities, even though I lived in one by necessity—because my husband needed to be there, because the best jobs for me were there

When I was younger, I had wanted to be at the very center of all the action in New York, but I slowly came to realize that there is no one center. The center is everywhere—wherever people are living out their lives. It's a city with a million centers.

When I was younger, I had wanted to be at the cneter of all the action in New York, but I slowly came to realize that there is no one center. The center is everywhere--wherever people are living out their lives. It's a city with a million centers.

Some people think the big city's a scary place? That's nothing to compare to the backwoods.

Shoving the ends at him, I headed for the common. It wasn't far away: a green, tree-lined oasis, brightened with many seasonal varieties of Coca-Can discardus, Crisp-packetus-cheese-and-onionus, and the occasional, fragrant dog turd underfoot.

Everything seems so small here now, old, mashed-in, more rundown even than I remember it, but with a heartbreaking familiarity at each door that makes me wonder if I can take in anything new, so strongly do I feel in Brownsville that I am walking in my sleep.

its small squares of fast-passing light, the early evening windows of the lives of hundreds of others.

But I prefer the windy days, the days that strip me back, blasted, tossed, who knows where, imagine them, purple-red, silver-pink, natural confetti, thin, fragile, easily crushed and blackened, fading already wherever the air's taken them across the city, the car parks, the streets, the ragged grass verges, dog-ear and adrift on the surfaces of the puddles, flat to the gutter stones, mixing with the litter, their shards of colour circling in the leafy-grimy corners of yards.

All the other houses have been pulled out of the street like bad teeth.

You just let your lower self go, and then it takes on all these aspects of the society - the city with horns blowing, the people yelling things at each other, and the all-in-all violence and chaos of the city. Put that on stage with music, and that's what this is.

Franklin Square series and

The white sky was becoming pearly, and the street lamps suddenly punctured the gloaming.

It has been estimated that one-third of the 139 square miles designated "Detroit" is now vacant-land-prairie. That's crime.

looking at the silent buildings, each one with a story to tell.

Unlike the back streets, the road boiled with people.