Quotes About City

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross surveys the city's blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers 'll come at 10 AM and take my picture. I'm taking your picture, pigeons. I'm writing you down, Dawn. I'm immortalizing your exhaust, Avenue A bus. O Thought, now you'll have to think the same thing forever!

But this city is a world of its own, a country within a country. People are used to taking the old and making it news; and used, too, to taking the new and making it old. Every glass of water from its taps, it is said, has passed six times through the kidneys of another, and every scrap of its land has been trodden on, fought over, dug up and broken down for centuries.

San Francisco is the place where most people were last seen

Mammon, n. The god of the world's leading religion. His chief temple is in the city of New York

MOUSE, n. An animal which strews its path with fainting women. As in Rome Christians were thrown to the lions, so centuries earlier in Otumwee, the most ancient and famous city of the world, female heretics were thrown to the mice.

If there ever was a place where one could start again, it was Manhattan. Move a block, and your enemies become your friends. Move ten blocks and you might never see anyone you knew again.

The one on the left, a sour-looking old bastard with a scar through his short grey hair, lifted his head to sneer up at her. "Fuck yourselves, you mad bitches." Rikke raised her brows at Corleth. Corleth raised hers back. "Fuck yourselves, he says." "I heard him," said Rikke. "Guess there might be time for that later. Just a celebratory finger or two. But right now, I'm a little busy stealing your city.

Is it coming for me? Several tons of rock, about to splatter my remains across the city? What a ludicrously random way to die. He felt his mouth twitch up in a faint smile.

He looked around his quarters. Or Davoust's quarters. That's where an old wizard terrified me in the middle of the night. That's where I watched the city burn. That's where I was nearly eaten by a fourteen-year-old girl. Ah, the happy memories . . .

The only thing worse than a city full of people is a city with no people at all.

had been Benna's favourite place in Westport. He'd dragged her there twice a week while they were in the city. A shrine of mirrors and cut glass, polished wood and glittering marble. A temple to the god of male grooming. The high priest—a small, lean barber in a heavily embroidered apron—stood sharply upright in the centre of the floor, chin pointed to the ceiling, as though he'd been expecting them that very moment to enter.

There was a cabaret, and there was a master of ceremonies... and there was a city called Berlin, in a country called Germany...and it was the end of the world.

It was a spectral Manhattan, a double-exposed landscape where the past folded back over on itself in overlapping decades.

Keeping the gun pointed at her, I flipped the safety off. All at once I could hear the noise of the city, the traffic pulsing on the expressway, the subways roaring under the sidewalks, millions of people out talking and driving around, living their lives. I smelled coffee and cigarettes and perfume and wet trees, tasted it in the air. It was all incredibly alive, like my heart and lungs working on overload, resonating in my chest and pounding through my skull.

I really want to live in New York. That's the city of my dreams.

The great classical city almost everywhere was both suffused with religion and instructed by it. "Cities did not ask if the institutions which they adopted were useful," noted the classical historian Fustel de Coulanges. "These institutions were adopted because religion had wished it thus."54

Great structures or basic physical attributes—location along rivers, oceans, trade routes, attractive green space, or even freeway interchanges—can help start a great city, or aid in its growth, but cannot sustain its long-term success. In the end, a great city relies on those things that engender for its citizens a peculiar and strong attachment, sentiments that separate one specific place from others.52

Well, the bad news," Swedish said from the wheel, "is that Chess still thinks he's funny." "What's the good news?" Loretta asked, leaning on our little copper-tubed harpoon. "That Kodoc dropped a bomb on the city?

We can't be the only living things with an immortal soul - a city needs parks. Even heaven.

Now that they knew there were addicts at the meetings and that helping them to survive was now an official duty, the city bureaucrats started to talk differently.

Mumbai is like Manhattan. Theres a certain pace, a social life and the thrill of a professional life.

London has been used as the emblematic English city, but it's far from representative of what life in England is actually about.

My quality of life here in Quebec City is extraordinary.

I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.