Quotes About City

Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.

Ko u Sarajevu provodi no? budan u krevetu, taj može da ?uje glasove sarajevske no?i.

Bilo je vreme dozrelih vru?ina kad se dan i no? gotovo i ne razlikuju, samo što mesec smeni sunce, a u svako doba dana i no?i se podjednako radi i šeta, jede i peva. Vreme kad se o životu može pomisliti sve, osim da prolazi. Vreme kad prvo grož?e nagrne u grad i kad koštica u vo?u po?inje da crni.

Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day. I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.

Te puedo preguntar una cosa un poco delicada? —Al ver que su macho se encogía de hombros, siguió—: Aquella noche que me llevaste a la ciudad, ¿fue la primera vez que volvías a aquellos sitios? —No había vuelto. No me gusta quedarme en el pasado. Siempre miro hacia delante. —Cómo te envidio. Yo, en cambio, no puedo librarme de mi propia historia.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A.

I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York with its millions and millions hustling forever for a buck among themselves, the mad dream-grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so they could be buried in those awful cemetery cities beyond Long Island City.

All around me were the noise of the crazy gold-coast city. And this was my Hollywood career - this was my last night in Hollywood, and I was spreading mustard on my lap in back of a parking-lot john.

I love the way everybody says L.A. on the Coast, it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

LA." I loved the way she said "LA"; I love the way everybody says "LA" on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

We got off the bus at Main Street, which was no different from where you get off a bus in Kansas City or Chicago or Boston—red brick, dirty, characters drifting by, trolleys grating in the hopeless dawn, the whorey smell of a big city.

He said we were a band of Arabs coming in to blow up New York.

As I labored at this absurd task, great Kleig lights of a Hollywood premiere stabbed in the sky, that humming West Coast sky. All around me were the noises of the crazy gold-coast city. And this was my Hollywood career—this was my last night in Hollywood, and I was spreading mustard on my lap in back of a parking-lot john.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

Soon it got dusk, a grappy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a

All you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually and burn again.

Taxi crabs & murdercycles

Um dia hei de renascer numa grande cidade de outro sistema planetário, no passado ou no futuro, onde uma única montanha de 5km de altitude se recorta no céu azul - com toda a compaixão que sinto dentro de mim, a única coisa que vou precisar é da sabedoria da terra.

I'm one with New York, and New York is one with me. I grew up there; there's no escaping it. We're like Siamese twins, if you separate us, I'll die.

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.