Quotes About City

The suburb in the 1950s was a bedroom community. The father worked in the city, and the mother stayed home. Now people live and work in the suburbs, and businesses have grown up or moved from cities to certain pockets of what was once the suburbs and created these places that are like cities.

We wanted a world that looked like our world. In the original 'Flintstones,' low flat buildings filled the city and suburbs. Now, high-rise buildings and apartments exist next to the family neighborhoods. Part of the 'Flintstone' fun remains its parallel of our world.

I was born in Paris, and I haven't moved, except until now - I live in the suburbs and I hate it.

If you say city to people, people have no problem thinking of the city as rife with problematic, screwed-up people, but if you say suburbs - and I'm not the first person to say this, it's been said over and over again in literature - there's a sense of normalcy.

New York is big, fast, energetic, and has the most and best of everything. While it can push the senses, it's the most convenient place to live. It's much easier for a ninety year old to live in New York City than in the suburbs. NYC is the best mass assisted-living facility on the planet.

I like living in the city. I really don't like the suburbs.

San Francisco is a city; L.A. is a collection of suburbs that have very little in common with one another.

I remember getting to New York and riding the subway in the morning to go to a doctor's appointment, and getting jealous of commuters that were going to their jobs.

I'd sometimes go to Paris by myself - it was an easy two-hour train ride - to get a break from the everyday grind, to walk around a big city, ride a subway, feel the energy of a world capital.

I'm very social, and in a place like New York, even if you're alone on the subway, you never feel lonely.

There's been a big spur in downtown development with new business, restaurants and a lot of loft buying. The buses run, and there's a subway that runs through downtown.

I am a stereotypical northeasterner. I'm always in a rush. I've attracted stares from out-of-towners when I've shoved past someone blocking the subway door.

In New York you can just walk out and be among people. You're on the subway among people, you go to cafes, you can talk to people.

There's nowhere in New York to go and have your emotions to yourself. People just look the other way because every day people see someone crying on the subway!

Believe it or not, I've never been on the subway.

I just hope I can still take the subway, honestly.

Moving back to New York is perhaps what I'm most excited about. Alternate side of the road parking. Flip flops on the subway. And any food I want, delivered. Sometimes more than once a day.

If you're walking through the Union Square subway station - New Yorkers know it's obnoxious and crowded, and in the summer it's too hot - there are always amazing musicians playing, and sometimes there are multiple, different musicians set up in there.

If your city's being populated by highly educated twentysomethings with choices, you're probably going to succeed.

Compare today to the 1950s. At that time, a typical apartment in New York City rented for about $60 a month, or, adjusting for inflation, about $530 a month. Today you can't find a broom closet in the East Village for that amount. Even

I suppose a cycle courier knows better than anyone how a murder on Marble Arch can hold up traffic.

I've been in many of them and to some extent I would have to say this: If you've seen one city slum you've seen them all.

The streets are empty and quiet this early in the morning and I can hear my own footsteps as they fall. I can never forget the imperfections in these brick sidewalks, where they rise and dip around tree roots, where loose segments can make you stumble and fall. Mom is right, the morning is cooler than I expected, but I am committed to the cold air sting that will soon turn to an unbearably soggy heat. Such is the way of a city built on a swamp.

In no other city can one so cheerfully enjoy the accidents of bad art.