Quotes About London

I'm not someone who jumps in a car to make for the country, I'm an urbanite. I love living in London and there's always something going on.

I want to go to college, obviously go to London and just kind of figure out the rest of my life.

I've this karmic connection with London.

Kate is determined that our children feel English, that this should be who they are. She adores London, as a Chiswick girl born and bred.

If I had grown up in London, I wouldn't have been as keen to become a comedian or a writer. I'd have been able to see a lot of good films and music and comedy. I'd have been distracted. As it was, I had to make it.

Many anglophone Africans still have deep emotional, economic and often familial links to Britain, but those with money are now as keen to holiday in Dubai as London.

As a Londoner who delights in the capital's dynamism and diversity, I none the less agree with Ken Livingstone that London hosts too great a share of our national institutions. Where sensible, more should be located in other cities, particularly new or reformed institutions that involve new facilities.

I was born in London but, after my dad passed away, we moved to Kent for a fresh start.

In London, the food critics are harsher, the clients milder; in Hong Kong, the clients are harsher, the critics milder.

I don't really remember much about Kosovo. I only remember growing up in London, where my parents had to basically start from scratch.

London. For some reason the word didn't seem to have the magic, warm, sound of home that it had always had.

Many remember the London Season of 1823 as being fraught with passion, excitement, and more than one act of derring-do. But more than anything, they remember that 1823 was the year of the color gold—what with the popularity of the Golden Lady, and every young debutante trying to copy her style.

As the weather improved, the bobms got worse. The newspapers said that the Kaiser was aiming to knock London down (although avoiding Buckingham Palace, so as not to hit his relations).

If I had a statue on a column in London, would I prefer the columns to be so high that the statue was invisible, or low enough for the features to be recognizable? I would choose the first alternative, Dr Snow, presumably, the second.

He gave me a message to you. Leave London. Go home to Glenwood Park at once. There is great danger for you here, as you surely know." "You may give him a message in return for me. He is not my husband. He has no authority over me. I shall do what I please." "She's got some fight in her yet!" O'Shea said with a grin.

We'd best find Sal Pavy now, afor some scanderbag pounds him into a pudding and takes all his money." "Some SCANDERBAG?" "Aye. What's wrong wi' that?" Sam shook his head. "How long have you been in London?" "Nearly two years. Why?" "You still sound as though you'd arrived from Yorkshire yesterday.

So Harry Potter came in and it is nice that I have kids of the right age. I took them to London and they walked around the set and met Harry Potter and that is thrilling.

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?

Admiral Nelson, also, on a capstan of gun-metal, stands his mast-head in Trafalgar Square; and even when most obscured by that London smoke, token is yet given that a hidden hero is there; for where there is smoke, must be fire.

assistance of France. In London, Eban fared better, receiving no such threat from Prime Minister Harold Wilson; but Wilson

It was almost May. I knew that New York was getting warm now, that London was wet, that Rome was hot -- and I was on Vieques, where it was always hot and where New York and London and Rome were just names on a map.

Bond's car was his only personal hobby. One of the last of the 4½-litre Bentleys with the supercharger by Amherst Villiers, he had bought it almost new in 1933 and had kept it in careful storage through the war. It was still serviced every year and, in London, a former Bentley mechanic, who worked in a garage near Bond's Chelsea flat, tended it with jealous care.

Bond grinned with pleasure. What most warmed him was that M. himself should have rung up Mathis. This was quite unheard of. The very existence of M., let alone his identity, was never admitted. He could imagine the flutter this must have caused in the ultra-security-minded organization in London.

Breakfast was Bond's favourite meal of the day. When he was stationed in London it was always the same. It consisted of very strong coffee, from De Bry in New Oxford Street, brewed in an American Chemex, of which he drank two large cups, black and without sugar.