Quotes About City

Chicago has disappointed her enemies and astonished the world

Stay away from Twolegplace!!!!

Thunderpaths

El futuro era también la ciudad moderna, las máquinas y la prolongación de la vida. En la lengua cotidiana y en la del periodismo, la palabra "futuro", que hoy se ha debilitado extrañamente, prometía un cambio que incluiría a todos.

En este borde, entre una Buenos Aires que cree recordar y la ciudad que encuentra en 1921, dibuja un espacio literario que funda su primera gran invención: el criollismo urbano de vanguardia.

Sin embargo, ese fue su programa estético de los años veinte: construir una lengua literaria para Buenos Aires y darle, al mismo tiempo, una dimensión mítica a la ciudad.

Borges mira a Buenos Aires desde un espacio recordado, un espacio mítico que él mismo, más que recibir del pasado, impulsa como su propia novedad en la literatura argentina: la ciudad criolla que persiste en la ciudad moderna, la llanura pampeana que se refleja en el patio, en los cercos vivos del suburbio, en las calles "sin vereda de enfrente", es decir las calles que tocan la pampa y se pierden en la extensión de un paisaje familiar.

Historians estimate that up to half of nineteenth-century city residents were either boarding or maintaining a boardinghouse.2 Single

Hyde Park Corner is what happens when a bunch of urban planners take one look at the grinding circle of gridlock that surrounds the Arc de Triomphe in Paris and think—that's what we want for our town.

The evening was still warm enough for shirtsleeves, and the city was clinging to summer like a wannabe trophy wife to a promising center forward.

He was a Parisian,' he said. 'You can never be sure what Parisians believe in – beyond Paris of course.

I may be a city boy, but I'm fairly certain that the greasy purple and red squishy bits are supposed to stay inside the sheep and not be sprayed across a surprisingly large area. "Animal attack?" I asked.

As a typical Londoner, Gurcan had a high tolerance for random thoughtlessness; after all, if you live in the big city there's no point complaining that it's a big city, but even that tolerance has its limit and the name of that limit is 'taking the piss'.

Obviously the city had been feeling its oats at the end of the eighteenth century and, between all those displaced agricultural workers in the mills and the slaves on the plantations in the Caribbean, it had money to burn.

The city was clinging to summer like a wannabe trophy wife to a promising center forward.

IT'S A sad fact of modern life that if you drive long enough, sooner or later you must leave London behind.

But London didn't care, she never does when you leave her because she knows for every one that leaves another two arrive. Besides, she was too busy painting on her neon lipstick and dolling herself up in red and gold.

Street towards Covent Garden. There was

Destiny is a funny thing. Once I thought I was destined to become Emperor of Greenland, sole monarch over its 52,000 inhabitants. Then I thought I was destined to build a Polynesian longship in my garage. I was wrong then, but I've got it now. I'm the destined protector of this place. I'm this city's superhero.

The story of the odd ones is perhaps no more interesting than the story that might be written of the letters that "tip them off." A story here, of the harried, buried little figures that make up the swarm of the city and of the way they glimpse mystery out of the corners of their eyes. Of the way they pause for a moment on their treadmill to wonder about the silent, shuffling caricature with its hooded face and its thin fingers groping under its heavy black cloak.

It was like this," he said. "I made up my mind that I would take in a few of the points of interest in the city I ain't ever got around to. Being a Chicagoan, like most Chicagoans I ain't ever seen any of our natural wonders at all. So first day out I figured that the place no copper would ever look for me would be like the Field Museum and in the zoo and on the beach and like that.

I'll project myself into several futures simultaneously," I should have said, "a minor tremor in my hand; I'll work my way from irony to sincerity in the sinking city, a would-be Whitman of the vulnerable grid.

nocturnal walks along the promenade with the looming intensities of Manhattan glittering across dark water.

The opposite of a truth," Klaus quoted, "is a falsehood; but the opposite of a profound truth"—pause for emphasis, sound of sprinklers, insects, push mowers, felt absence of city noise, Kenny Rogers from a passing car—"may be another profound truth.