Quotes About City

New York is still where I live most of the time.

You can never design the best city, but you can design the best city you know how to design at this time.

I live most of the time in New York now. I have an apartment there.

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.

New York was something like a circus performer walking a tightrope an juggling at the same time....It could barely maintain its position, but an movement would tip the whole balance.

There's nothing like space and the ability to make unlimited amounts of noise at any time, especially in San Francisco.

I've spent lots of time in London, I studied in London, I like London. It's just not my home.

An amusing city, Chicago, any way you look at it. I'm afraid we are in for the time of our lives.

You spend some time raising a child in London, carrying it around on one side of your body - it puts your back out!

Ah...so many pedestrians, so little time...

I shop all the time, basically every day, whether it's online or in every city we go to.

In the city, a lot of crime happens, a lot of violence happens from time to time.

Any design, any city, any kind of craziness or tragedy, it all comes from a long time of preparation.

You live in the city and all the time there are signs telling you what to do and billboards trying to sell you something.

Every city has a town outside with a lake. I pull out my fishing pole and fish. I've been doing that for a long time.

Everyone always talks about the speed of New York, and I still walk slow around New York, and everyone is walking faster than me all the time, and I notice it every time we go out.

Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one still recognizes it. ( Tourists in Paris )

La ville sans pitié ignore les crépuscules : le jour noircit d'un seul coup, comme une ampoule brûlée qui ne verse plus de lumière

When people have wearied of life in Gilead, when they want another life altogether, they mention Chicago.

Evocaba el sol, la luz blanca que bañaba todo el año las calles de la ciudad y las conservaba tibias, acogedoras, la excitación de los domingos, los paseos a Eten, la arena amarilla que abrasaba, el purísimo cielo azul. Levantaba la vista: nubes grises por todos partes, ni un punto claro. Regresaba a su casa, caminando despacio, arrastrando los pies como viejo.

la llegada de Aureliano Segundo «a la ciudad desconocida donde todas las campanas tocaban a muerto»

somewhere, nearby voices filled with dusk, cabs and panhandlers and one drunken girl screeching like a wounded bird - all of it flushed with a warmth and sad beauty I'd never noticed before.

It was cheerful inside, without the aggressive Easy Rider feel of some of the other tattoo parlors in the city, where the handle-jawed thugs wielding the tattoo guns looked like ink was just a side job, their main work, contract killings.

We were up the whole night just talking, walking the city. You can walk those blocks forever, take a break on the edge of the fountain, eat pizza and snow cones, awed by the human carnival all around you.