Quotes About Urban

The urban renewers had struck again. They'd evicted me, a fortune-teller, and a bookie from the corner of Mass. Ave. and Boylston, moved in with sandblasters and bleached oak and plant hangers, and last I looked appeared to be turning the place into a Marin County whorehouse.

Back down to the ghetto again," I said. "Good for you," Hawk said. "Give you a chance to be a minority." "I like you," I said. "I am a minority.

It was that juxtaposition of how it used to be with how it had turned out that made L.A. so interesting and so sad a place, I thought.

I think they were worried that you are a small-town doofus," Rita said, "rather than a high-powered urban hotshot…like, say, me." "Anything else?" "I'd say their combined intelligence is about that of a mud puddle." Jesse nodded.

Ten minutes out of the city I made Hawk stop the car and I threw up on the side of the road. When I got back in the car Hawk said, "You shot Leo to protect those whores." I nodded. "Had to be done," Hawk said. "I know." "You'll feel better in a while," Hawk said. "Better than Leo," I said.

Here is America Now: smoke, greasy fumes, the friction of tire rubber, the memory of terrifying refineries with their rubbery rotten-egg smells.

Neighborhoods are important sites of growing class segregation.

They'd promised to stay away from each other for the night, each of them alone in his own bleak room, and they both waved goodbye when he drove off. He raised his hand in response and caught himself hoping they'd be okay. What was he doing? They were drunk and psychotic black men in Oakland. They'd never be okay. They were fucked and doomed and beyond help.

Even your graffiti artists spray Rumi on the walls

Everywhere she looked, she saw bright colors: on the drab, gray concrete apartments, on the tin-roofed, open-fronted stores, in the muddy water flowing in the gutters. It was as though a rainbow had melted into her eyes. Rasheed

A city of harelipped ghosts

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The outdoors is what you must pass through in order to get from your apartment into a taxicab. said Fran Lebowitz

A hundred times I have thought: New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: it is a beautiful catastrophe. —Le

a streetlight reflected off the black cobblestones . . . in such a way that there were thousands of brief white squiggles underfoot, looking like names engraved on black granite, as if the whole surface of the earth were paved by a single memorial.

In a storm the Flatiron appeared to be moving toward me like the bow of a monster ocean steamer—a picture of new America still in the making. said Alfred Steiglitz

He turned off the phone, returned it to the safe. He checked the particulate meter on the wall: 1300 ppm. This for fine particulates, 25 nanometers and smaller. He went out onto the street again, staying in the shade of buildings. Everyone was doing that; no one stood in the sun now. Gray air lay on the town like smoke. It was too hot to have a smell, there was just a scorched sensation, a smell like heat itself, like flame.

The poet Charles Reznikoff walked about twenty miles a day through the streets of Manhattan. One Thomas J. Kean, age sixty-five, walked every street, avenue, alley, square, and court on Manhattan Island. It took him four years, during which he traversed 502 miles, comprising 3,022 city blocks. He walked the streets first, then the avenues, lastly Broadway.

den brystsyke herremand foretrak denne gamle sæterhytte. Her satte han sig på træstolen og fik melk av en bolle eller rømmekolle av et trækjørel, det smakte av barndom og oprindelighet, det smakte endog damen som var fra byen og skrev på skrivemaskine og kunde fransk.

Hvorledes det gik i byen? Det gik ikke, nei.

Was it just her, or did lovers look more adoringly at each other in this city? Especially in the springtime. 'Die, bastards.' She sighed. It wasn't their fault that they were bastards who should die.

Today, one of the most powerful religions in the Western World is environmentalism. Environmentalism seems to be the religion of choice for urban atheists.

Strengthen the rural areas and you will find less people migrating to urban areas. You give them opportunity, self respect & self confidence, they will never go to an urban slum.