Quotes About Urban

Usually, city lights and smog block the stars, but last night a full moon shone overhead. Gazing upward, I had a vision of pockets of poverty shrinking like puddles in the sun.

Close your eyes, and the entire history of England seems to dance in the light of this magic lantern: the thousands of villages, each with its own church spire and unique folk traditions; the poetry and drama; the pies and cakes; the green hills full of sheep; the factories; the Victorian ships and railways; the smoke and smog of urban life in the 1950s.

One of the best ways to get competent, free assistance to learn about the programs and figure out which is best for you is to contact a housing counselor certified by the Department of Housing and Urban

I came from a real tough neighborhood. I put my hand in some cement and felt another hand.

With Standard Oil moving its headquarters to New York, the neighborhood was becoming a colony of company directors.

Reacher liked New York more than most places. He liked the casual indifference of it all and the frantic hustle and the total anonymity.

He liked the electric darkness and the hot dirty air and the blasts of noise and traffic and the manic barking sirens and the crush of people. It helped a lonely man feel connected and isolated both at the same time.

The Zip Code is about the size of Chicago. With five people. But hey, welcome to Wyoming.

The west end guy peeled away from his window and started walking. Heading east. Fifteen feet behind Rutherford. Moving with loose, rangy ease. He was clearly having to shorten his stride to avoid overtaking his mark. Ahead of them a woman had stopped at the edge of the sidewalk to tend to a child in a stroller. Beyond her a couple stood, talking. They were dressed for the gym. Just regular folks. Not part of the pattern. Unaware of what was happening.

THE RETURN ADDRESS on Rutter's letter corresponded to a dingy storefront some blocks south of any hope of urban renewal.

It amused him and he smiled and then people stayed even farther away. From that point onward he knew cities were just the same as every other place, and for every city person he needed to be scared of there were nine hundred and ninety-nine others a lot more scared of him. He used the knowledge like a tactic, and the calm confidence it put in his walk and his gaze redoubled the effect he had on people. The dynamics of the city.

hundred yards from the north end of Main Street. Further

Rush hour in LA started thirty years ago. It'll finish when the oil runs out.

London has a quarter of the whole world's supply of closed circuit cameras, all in one city.

Most of my books are set in the American Midwest, where I have always lived. Midwesterners are lovely, down-to-earth people. The luxury of choosing this region as a setting is the endless supply of seasonal change images that accompany it; in addition to, the wide variety of settings, urban and rural, to choose from.

Many of the men we wanted were used to living in cities or near large metropolitan areas and were a bit dubious about the prospects of life in a remote, sparsely populated area. We had somewhat similar trouble with the engineering people, although they were not so concerned at being isolated.

Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel bean, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of these former incarnations in the awkward angle of a street or filigreed gate, an old oak door peeking out from a new facade, the plaque commemorating the spot that was once a battleground, which became a saloon and is now a park.

Through the window I saw buildings the size of dollhouses, cars that crawled like ants.

Pedestrians were few, and cars barreled past with whining snow tires, in a hurry to be elsewhere.

The bar lights glittered on the wet pavement, and jazz wailed out of the open doors of the bars, collinding with the more discordant, driving beats coming from the strip joints, where bored-looking dancers, both male and female, gyrated their hips and humped poles and pretended to be sexy.

In the way Boston works, a random street has appeared ahead, forking a right diagonal, not to be confused with the three other diagonals flaring out around it.

away from the window and the night descending upon Bakersville's streets.

LBJ held up Detroit as a model of what the Great Society could accomplish. He was right.

Technological considerations are of great importance to architecture and cities in the informational society.