Quotes About Urban

I actually don't trust anyone who tells me they don't like New York.

Official boundaries are often hard to see. If you head north on Woodward Avenue, away from downtown Detroit, you wouldn't know exactly when you left the city and crossed over into Oakland County - except for a small sign that tells you.

L.A. is a constellation of microclimates and microcosms, a library with dozens of special collections. A 20-minute drive can bring a temperature change of 15 degrees. Crossing an intersection can feel like crossing a national border.

I like New York because of the fast tempo there.

Graffiti's always been a temporary art form. You make your mark and then they scrub it off.

We contrast the urban and the natural, but that's a contemporary myth. We're animals, after all; our cities are organic products, fully as "natural" (whatever that word really means) as a termite hill or a rabbit warren. But how much more interesting: how much more complex, dressed in the intricacies and exfoliations of human culture, simple patterns iterated into infinite variation. And full of secrets, beyond counting.

Night and day. San Francisco is wine and cheese; Oakland is beer and bratwurst.

downtown Seattle. Though the sun shone, the temperature was brisk.

Krasnopresnenskaya Nab, marching

Being sworn at by random people was the price you paid for living in London,

Strike set out for his office beneath a sky of dirty silver,

Seven and a half million hearts were beating in close proximity in this heaving old city, and many, after all, would be aching far worse than his

the deathless breath of the city.

Edinburgh House. He had heard that in its industrial heyday, Corby had had

that great condenser of moral chaos, The City.

The vigilant cyclist expects serious ineptitude from strangers in traffic, and therefore is not surprised or angry when it has to be endured. The vigilant cyclist keeps the head up and the eyes forward unless absolutely necessary to look elsewhere. The vigilant cyclist is not a trusting cyclist, but makes up for this lack with a load of patience. [...] The vigilant cyclist will not be faked out or lulled into complacency by the semisadistic urban spirits and their tricks.

A masterful cyclist, marginalized though she or he may be, travels with ease through the modern motorized city. With ease.

Bicycles are considered sporting equipment, rather than serious tools for efficient transportation.

In the country you preserve your identity -- your personality. There you are an aggregation of atoms, but in the city you are only an atom of an aggregation.

Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of NYC," Berkowitz wrote, "and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed on the dried blood of the dead that has settled into the cracks.

Stop reading this book a minute. Can you hear something? Some machine turning? A waterpipe running? A distant radio or pneumatic drill digging up the road? Of all the varieties of modern pollution, noise is the most insidious.

Of all the varieties of modern pollution, noise is the most insidious.

The slick bare tar, the same suburban station.

pavement of the street as the boy draped the strip of gleaming tinfoil around his neck and