Quotes About City

The Captain of the Watch says if you're still in the City by sunrise he will personally have you buried alive.

Red sky at night, the city's alight.

And visitors say: how does such a big city exist? What keeps it going? Since it's got a river you can chew, where does the drinking water come from? What is, in fact, the basis of its civic economy? How come it, against all probability, works ? Actually, visitors don't often say this. They usually say things like, Which way to the, you know, the...er...you know, the young ladies, right?

She had found them lodgings in The Shades, an ancient part of the city whose inhabitants were largely nocturnal and never inquired about one another's business because curiosity not only killed the cat but threw it in the river with weights tied to its feet.

Lord Vetinari, the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, poked at the ink in his inkwell. There was ice in it. Don't you even have a proper fire? said Hughnon Ridcully, High Priest of Blind Io and unofficial spokesman for the city's religious establishment. I mean, I'm not one for stuffy rooms, but it's freezing in here! Brisk, certainly, said Lord Vetinari. It's odd, but the ice isn't as dark as the rest of the ink. What causes that, do you think? Science, probably, said Hughnon vaguely.

This was, after all, Ankh-Morpork, where a man walked free even if he was not, strictly speaking, a man.

In some parts of the city, curiosity didn't just kill the cat, it threw it in the river with lead weights tied to its feet.

In fact, if there were such a thing as an international thieving contest, Ankh-Morpork would bring home the trophy and probably everyone's wallets.

They turned and looked him up and down. He could see the disdain in their eyes. They probably got through dozens like him every day. "Not got a daughter?" said one of them. "Wants people to kill dragons and he hasn't got a daughter?" Vimes felt, in an odd way, that he ought to support the lord of the city. "He's got a little dog that he's very fond of," he said helpfully.

It's political, sir. Apparently he wants a return to the values and traditions that made the city great, sir.' 'Does he know what those values and traditions were?' said Vimes, aghast. 'I assume so, sir,' said Carrot, keeping a straight face. 'Oh my gods. I'd rather take a chance on the lobsters.

Do you know where 'policeman' comes from, sir? ... 'Polis' used to mean 'city', said Carrot. That's what policeman means: 'a man for the city'. Not many people knew that. The word 'polite' comes from 'polis', too. It used to mean the proper behaviour from someone living in a city.

The snow had done what even wizards and the Watch couldn't do, which was clean up Ankh-Morpork. It hadn't had time to get dirty. In the morning it'd probably look as though the city had been covered in coffee meringue, but for now it mounded the bushes and trees in pure white.

They'd saved the city with gold more easily, at that point, than any hero could have managed with steel. But, in truth, it had not exactly been gold, or even the promise of gold, but more like the fantasy of gold, the fairy dream that the gold is there, at the end of the rainbow, and will continue to be there forever—provided, naturally, that you don't go and look. This is known as Finance.

I couldn't sleep in this racket.' 'That's birds and crickets,' she said smiling. 'Yeah, well, give me pigeons and cabs rattling across cobblestones and cabbies swearing. This green stuff's alright in its place, and that place is a park. Bloody blooming hell, something's just stung me!' In front of them, Joe snorted. 'What does he know? He wouldn't last half a day in London,' said Charlie.

DIANA: Mary's right. Give me London any day. It may smell of sewage, but it's our sewage.

DIANA: Mary's right. Give me London any day. It may smell of sewage, but it's our sewage. CATHERINE: Well I can't possibly think of a higher recommendation than that. DIANA: That's sarcasm, right?

The long drizzle had begun. Pedestrians had turned up collars and trousers at the bottom. Hands were hidden in the pockets of the umbrella-less - umbrellas were up. The street looked like a sea of round, black-cloth roofs, twisting, bobbing, moving. Trucks and vans were rattling in a noisy line, and everywhere men were shielding themselves as best they could.

Chapter I The Philadelphia into which Frank Algernon Cowperwood was born was a city of two hundred and fifty thousand and more. It was set with handsome parks, notable buildings, and crowded with historic memories. Many of the things that we and he knew later were not then in existence—the telegraph, telephone, express company, ocean steamer, city delivery of mails.

I still live in the city. I still jump on the bus.

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 had done some commercial work in junior high and stuff - my mother would bring me into the city, and we'd go on these crazy castings. Acting was something I always dreamed of doing... it was my passion when I was young.

Delhi is the only city where I eat junk food.

I just love the idea of never seeing a city before and seeing the glow in the distance, and it just looking frightening, like you're driving into a fire.

I think that in L.A., one thing that nobody will ever talk about is, for instance, how just one in five kids in L.A. County is white, so when you're looking out there, it's a very brown city.