Quotes About London

I think Katy B encapsulates young London in a way I never could. She reps London harder than anyone song-wise since Lily Allen.

We wanted to come to London because it's the hardest place to make it.

All the London critics, including Kenneth Tynan and Harold Hobson, came down to Bristol to see 'The Crucible'.

London is such a great place, and at White Hart Lane, I feel just like home.

I went to London for drama school but I hated it.

I hated London; I was so lonely.

Big Ben... hearing the chimes makes me feel at home.

London gives birth to amazing talent but is rubbish at helping maintain it.

Everybody knew me as a gay man, and in my life in London, I never tried to hide.

In London, there is no need for 25 high-end gastronomic restaurants. That would be too much.

The highlight of my career was London 2012.

I lived in Camden, Primrose Hill and Kentish Town for 10 years.

I've got three very expensive kids and I had to buy a house in Notting Hill.

In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money.

No born Londoner (it is different with people of Scotch or Irish origin) now says 'bloody,' unless he is a man of some education. The word has, in fact, moved up in the social scale and ceased to be a swear word for the purposes of the working classes. The current London adjective, now tacked on to every noun, is -----. No doubt in time -----, like 'bloody,' will find its way into the drawing room and replaced by some other word.

Oranges and lemons,' say the bells of St Clement's, 'You owe me three farthings,' say the bells of St Martin's, 'When will you pay me?' say the bells of Old Bailey, 'When I grow rich,' say the bells of Shoreditch.   'You

Gordon watched them go. They were just by-products . The throw-outs of the money-god. All over London, by tens of thousands, draggled old beasts of that description: creeping like unclean beetles to the grave.

3.6.40: From a letter from Lady Oxford15 to the Daily Telegraph, on the subject of war economies: Since most London houses are deserted there is little entertaining ... in any case, most people have to part with their cooks and live in hotels. Apparently nothing will ever teach these people that the other 99% of the population exist.

She contrived, without precisely making so vulgar a boast, to convey the impression that she was escaping from courtships so persistent as to amount to persecution; and Mr Beaumaris, listening with intense pleasure , said that London was the very place for anyone desirous of escaping attention.

I don't care! I'd rather walk all the way to London than stay here now!' 'It's an engaging thought,' said Stephen. 'Orphan of the Storm.

drive him to Great Russell Street.

Though even those on the left, often in a one-sided fashion, hail the point that London's bastard child in North America merits a salute because of its bringing of bourgeois democracy, this was more akin to burning down the house in order to roast the pig.

There was soot and orphans everywhere, and gaslit cobbled streets full of fog and sinister gentlemen out for a night of illicit murder. It was a strict and unforgiving society; looking at a piano, eating too much butter, dancing with elan--the sour-faced Queen Victoria forbade all these things. And, it was also raining in the London of themdays--dirty grey slabs of rain that left everywhere shining and slippery.

I worked in a Starbucks that wasn't very popular - before the big coffee boom in London. My boss didn't take kindly to my incessant sitting. I was like, 'Look, I've dusted everything, the stockroom is all figured out... I would rather sit now so I have the energy when a customer does come in.'