Quotes About London

The little I knew of England was London, Newcastle. I knew very little about England and I didn't know anything about Wolverhampton.

I'm very lucky I went to a nice school and I live in a very lovely part of London.

The Royal Festival Hall in London is nice; people hang out there. I think this inviting, non-exclusive character is very important.

Growing up in South London was what moulded me, really. I grew up in Caford, Lewisham. It just meant a lot of time playing out with my friends... football, obviously. It wasn't always the nicest area, but it was better for it.

My dad's Nigerian and I grew up in London, and that's just how it is.

I mean, London has shaped me as a person. My parents are Nigerian so I've had the luxury of blending different cultures together just through my everyday life.

When I drive through London at night I think: 'Gosh this is such a beautiful city.'

Whenever I go back to London, I have this horrible feeling that something bad will happen, and I won't be able to get back to America. It's a nightmare feeling.

I spent two years playing open mic nights in Brighton, and I heard more and more people saying, 'You should give it a go in London.'

To sell out London's Hammersmith Apollo is amazing. Selling it out for two nights? Even better.

It's lonely being stuck in a hotel in London for two nights. Even a couple of nights away from the children is awful.

Every comedian wants to play the London Comedy Store, and I was no exception.

You can be yourself in London. If you are a bit different in the way you dress or look it is no problem.

Unlike the drop-off, pickup was more chaotic and time consuming, and it took twenty minutes before London finally got in the car.

London is one of the world's centres of Arab journalism and political activism. The failure of left and right, the establishment and its opposition, to mount principled arguments against clerical reaction has had global ramifications. Ideas minted in Britain – the notion that it is bigoted to oppose bigotry; 'Islamophobic' to oppose clerics whose first desire is to oppress Muslims – swirl out through the press and the net to lands where they can do real harm.

In Victorian London they used to burn phosphorus at seances in an attempt to see ghosts, and I suspect that the pop-music equivalent is our obsession with B-sides and alternate versions and unreleased material.

Perhaps he would wake up the next morning realizing that he'd made an utter ass of himself, but there were worse animals than the ass. And in London you saw asses wandering around everywhere. Nobody seemed to mind, much. Dennis had spent an awful lot of time not making an ass of himself, and he didn't have anything to show for it. The

you had to do, it seemed, was ask for an inferior version of the life you'd had before and London would give it to you.

Punk was perfect for lazy people, because anyone could do it--you didn't even need to know how to play your instrument, assuming you knew how to plug it in. There was really no difference between Sid Vicious and anyone in London who owned a bass.

THE LONDON "SEASON" OF THE YEAR 1886, UPON ITS surface, was much as other and similar seasons had been before it. No blare of sudden trumpets marked its advent. Victoria was still placidly upon her throne; Lord Salisbury—for the second time—had ousted Gladstone from the premier's chair; Ireland was seething with outrage and sedition; and Beecham's Pills were "universally admitted to be a marvellous antidote for nervous disorders.

Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness; second, that there are twenty-five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourhood of London who resent any slight upon her genius as if it were an insult to the chastity of their aunts.

what she loved: life, London, this moment of June.

The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?

to walk alone in London is the greatest rest.