Quotes About Urban

L.A. is like an oil rig. It's not pretty. It's awful. The air is bad, the view is bad, the people are bad.

How are the cabs in your city? In Manhattan, where I work, they are rather awful.

Baltimore, I love that city.

I'd be quite happy if cars were banned from central London. Why are we not using little tuk-tuks rather than big black cabs?

Just no gentrified drum and bass music anymore, please! It's not good for your health.

Cities are where the climate battle will be won or lost.

You can't be happy in a place like London when you don't have money.

Everyone thinks L.A. is the beach. And actually, Hollywood is really far from the beach.

Long Beach is fast. Every day, you hear something bad; somebody gets hurt.

I'm obsessed with New York. I want to marry it, maybe bear a few children with 42nd Street.

With '5 Boroughs,' we were each working on beats, sitting in front of our laptops and samplers.

When I go to Beirut, I don't drive. It's traumatizing to drive there.

I've always belonged to the street, and I always will. It's in my DNA.

The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.

in 1890, of Jacob A. Riis's How the Other Half Lives. A pioneering urban journalist, Riis, himself an immigrant from Denmark, had taken powerful photographs of tenement life.

corner of the Champs-Élysées and the rue de Berri.30

You keep staying on our block we gonna have to show you what the burner do." "Thank you, it's great meeting you," says Phoenix. "What's a burner?" I whisper. "A gun," Phoenix whispers back. The man loops and rejoins the others. The streets are deserted. It's just the dealers and us. But then, miraculously, a taxi passes. I flag it. The superheroes all have bulletproof vests. I have nothing. I have a cardigan.

Urban Americans lost the tactile experience of raising food. They neither heard the squeals, nor smelled he offal, nor saw the blood, nor tasted the rage when predators swallowed a cherished investment.

Le auto sono come le persone. Ogni giorno andiamo in giro in mezzo alla ressa, corriamo di qua e di là, arrivando quasi a toccarci ma in realtà c'è pochissimo contatto. Tutti quegli scontri mancati. Tutte quelle opportunità perse. E' inquietante, a pensarci bene. Forse è meglio non pensarci affatto

Brooklyn was like Philadelphia made better by its proximity to Manhattan.

Si rese conto di quanto dovessero essere nere le notti nel centro di una città di duecento anni fa [...] e di come gli edifici potessero trovare riposo, ciechi ed esanimi come le persone addormentate al loro interno.

That is the great luxury of long-existing and accepted segregation in New York and almost every other major city of our nation nowadays. Nothing needs to be imposed on anyone. The evil is already set in stone. We just move in.

When a school board hires just one woman to retrieve 400 missing children from the streets of the North Bronx, we may reasonably conclude that it does not particularly desire to find them. If 100 of these children startled us by showing up at school, moreover, there would be no room for them in P.S. 94. The building couldn't hold them.

Phone calls aired on several radio stations voice a raw contempt for the capacities of urban children ("money will not help these children") but predict the imminent demise of education in the richer districts if their funding is cut back. Money, the message seems to be, is crucial to rich districts but will be of little difference to the poor.