Quotes About City

Coming from the inner city of Cleveland and growing up you never expected a street to be named after you or anything. It's a special honor.

San Francisco is a city of twenty-something millionaire white kids named Doug.

When I was writing about Gotham in 'Broken City,' I was writing about Chicago. I just substituted the names.

The script for what would eventually become my first graphic novel, 'Cairo,' sort of came to me in kind of a bolt of lightning within 24 hours of having moved to that city. Just a jumble of characters and narratives and interesting things that I was seeing and experiencing for the first time.

There was a hole in Washington fiction, I felt, when I started out. Most D.C. novels were about politics or the federal city or people who lived in Georgetown or Chevy Chase - it was definitely a very narrow focus.

Nashville has become sort of this go-to writing city for every genre.

Early on, New York already had a national and even international identity.

I'm a native of L.A. I've seen the city change and develop over time, and I still believe there's no place like home.

As a native Staten Islander, it is very frustrating commuting to Manhattan.

To be engaged in some small way in the revival of one of the great cities of the world is to live a meaningful existence by default.

Because you think you've changed your lifestyle. You haven't, you know. In a day or two there will be a killing in this city and you will be on the hunt without a backward glance, without a single thought for me, just as you did before." Gabriel smiled at her, his teeth very white. "I will have no choice but to hunt the vampire, but I will not only look back, I will come back.

He was the protector of his family-- the entire family in every city or town around the world. He was their key to survival.

How could you begin to explain London? A city once the color of tobacco and carrots, now chalky stone and angled steel, but vivid chimney pots can still be glimpsed between slivers of rain-specked glass. Nine billion pounds' worth of Christmas bonuses have just been spent in the city's square mile.

In 1939, London was the largest city in the world.

The city becomes a financial battery farm and the suburbs do the same for families.

Bryant ambled. In Paris he would have been a boulevardier, a flâneur, but in London, a city that no longer had time for anything but making money, he was just slow and in the way.

The city survived in fragments, as though it had been painted on glass and the glass had shattered. He

The barbarians never take a city until someone holds the gates open to them. And it's your own multicultural authorities who will do it for you

Government regulations required that an elevator be installed for the use of the disabled. Mother would not allow an elevator. The city offered to pay for the elevator. Its offer was refused. After all the negotiations and plans, the project for the poor was abandoned because an elevator for the handicapped was unacceptable.

Osje?ate ih sve oko sebe, kako no?as pužu prema gradu, kao ogromna pustoš neprijatnog okeana — osuti gredicama bez liš?a i zale?enim jezerima i sitnim selima koja ostaju u sje?anju samo po neobi?nim imenima bojišta iz poluzaboravljenih ratova.

The fog lay spread across the city like a drowned whore—damp, cold, smelling of salt and diesel—a sea-sodden streetwalker who'd just bonked a tugboat . . .

Fue un día jodido en la ciudad de la bahía. (...). Hubo además cientos de sucesos singulares acaecidos a particulares: seres que se movían entre las sombras, voces y gritos que salían de las rejillas del alcantarillado, leche que se agriaba, gatos que arañaban a sus dueños, perros que aullaban, y mil personas que al despertar descubrieron que ya no les gustaba el sabor del chocolate. Fue un día jodido.

Venice took on the feeling of a city paved with black glass, the odd lantern, torch, or candle reflecting in the canals like distant windows into hell, the crescent moon throwing silver scythes across the water where it could find its way between buildings.

Top of the morning, Da," said I. "Thou stumbling stump of stink." "Pocket!" scolded Jessica. "Well, for fuck's sake, girl, he's blind in a city where the streets are full of water—how is it he hasn't stumbled in for a bath in the last half century or so?