Quotes About Urban

Life is much more available in New York - there are a dozen movie theaters within walking distance. Living in California is easier, but you get sedentary.

I like to try to capture places that a lot of people went to or have a deep emotional connection to. Malls, abandoned speedways, abandoned theme parks. To me, those are most interesting kinds of things to capture.

New York is a theme park for people with IQs over 108.

I love New York; I love the city. It's impossible. It's a theme park of a city, isn't it.

Urban formally announced what would become the First Crusade in the town of Clermont Ferrand

Macedonian centres of population began to look like Greek cities.

I live in a tough neighborhood. They got a children's zoo. Last week, four kids escaped.

There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.

The southern end of Manhattan was hardly empty. There were hundreds of buildings massed together, short, tall, taller. It reminded Dan of a crowd jammed into one of Jonah's concerts: The tallest buildings were like the people who sit on their friends' shoulders so they can see better.

South Central Los Angeles [is the] home of the drive-thru and the drive-by. Funny thing is, the drive-thrus are killing more people than the drive-bys.

But as long as American civilisation lasts New York will last."99

He was confronted at an early age with adult-strength realizations about powerlessness, desperation, and distrust, taking his dose right alongside the overwhelmed adults. This steady stream of shocks and realizations leaves so many boys raised in poor, urban areas stumbling toward manhood with a hardened exterior masking deep insecurities.

Many health care providers, particularly physicians in rural and urban areas, are leaving the Government programs because of inadequate reimbursement rates.

Les gens riches à Paris demeurent ensemble, leurs quartiers, en bloc, forment une tranche de gâteau urbain dont la pointe vient toucher au Louvre, cependant que le rebord rebondi s'arrête aux arbres entre le Pont d'Auteuil et la Porte des Ternes. Voilà. C'est le bon morceau. Tout le reste n'est que peine et fumier.

Paris'te varl?kl?lar hep bir arada yaÅŸarlar, oturduklar? semtler, blok halinde, sivri ucu Louvres'e kadar uzanan, yar?m ay ÅŸeklindeki kenar? ise Pont d'Auteuil ile Porte des Ternes aras?ndaki aÄŸaçlar?n hizas?nda duran bir kentsel pasta dilimi oluÅŸturur. Ä°ÅŸte. Buras?, kentin lezzetli dilimidir. Gerisi sadece azapla tezektir.

Moi aussi peut-être, en réfléchissant bien, j'aurais pu rechercher un emploi dans un de ces bureaux dont je lisais les pancartes éclatantes du dehors... Mais à la pensée d'avoir à pénétrer dans une de ces maisons je m'effarais et m'effondrais de timidité. Mon hôtel me suffisait. Tombe gigantesque et odieusement animée.

I have always thought of all creatures-all organisms, really-as relations. Whether wandering alone in deep wilderness or just leaning against a tree growing beside an urban sidewalk, I have had no difficulty feeling, as if in dreamtime, the roots of our relatedness-ecologically, yes, but also with an overlay of the sacred, the holy.

Before I came to the city I cut off my hair. It was the first of many fatally symbolic gestures.

I don't want to trudge up insane mountains or through war-torn lands. Just a nice stroll through the hill and dale. But now I walk everywhere in the city. Any city. You see everything you need to see in a lifetime. Every emotion. Every condition. Every fashion. Every glory.

ll we want is to succumb to a single kiss that will contain us like a marathon with no finish line, and if so, that we land like newspapers before sunrise, halcyon mornings arrived like blue martinis. I am learning the steps to a foreign song: her mind was torpedo, and her body was storm, a kind of Wow. All we want is a metropolis of Sundays, an empire of hand-holding and park benches? She says, Leave it all up to me.

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In a city, relatively minor problems like graffiti, public disorder, and aggressive panhandling, they write, are all the equivalent of broken windows, invitations to more serious crimes:

There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment.

Most diverse clientele—chiefly negroid: trap drummers, dancers, ham actors, pimps, whores, gamblers, fairies. Like Harlem almost. The conversations are rich. Unimaginable! I find all this so much more appetizing than cháteaus and churches. Human beings! Not relics.