Quotes About City

answered as they made their way onto the bridge that stretched over the Schuylkill River, connecting City Avenue to the Manayunk section of the city. It was three lanes going only in one direction. Drivers headed to City Avenue from Manayunk

Yet in the city I was discovering, the collage of fantasy, pigment, quotation, and architecture that I walked through daily in my outfits and my obsessions, I came to notice small-scale transpositions, tiny openings within the texture of the present, where choices towards a freed thinking could be possible.

I've never heard anyone come back from downtown Baltimore waxing poetic about the authenticity of poverty.

Nothing could have been greater than the pride of serving this city. I do not believe -- I am sure I speak for my colleagues on all sides -- nothing else that happens to us in our lives will be as rewarding and fulfilling as the years that we have spent in this building.

but in the city in which I love you, no one comes, no one meets me in the brick clefts; in the wedged dark, no finger touches me secretly, no mouth tastes my flawless salt, no one wakens the honey in the cells, finds the humming in the ribs, the rich business in the recesses; hulls clogged, I continue laden

It may have seemed like an insane thing to do at the time, but somehow...staying in New York would have been even crazier.

Oneness is not a metaphysical idea but something so simple and ordinary. It is in every breath, in the wing-beat of every butterfly, in every piece of garbage left in the city streets. This oneness is life, life no longer experienced solely through the fragmented vision of the ego, but known within the heart, felt in the soul. This oneness is the heartbeat of life. It is creation's recognition of it's Creator. In this oneness life celebrates itself and its divine origin.

You city boys and your psychologists. Just what we need, some fancy-pants lollygaggin' around telling us all how we need to get in touch with our inner child...I find that little inner bastard and I'll choke the shit out of him for the hell of it. ~ Jackal ~

a pleasant city, Famous for oranges and women

We'll have Manhattan,The Bronx and StatenIsland too.

I am surprised that Chicago—the Big-Shouldered City—is so trifling that they won't let you eat in a restaurant if it's on fire. Even if you already paid.

Mister Dresden, he said. And Miss Rodriguez, I believe. I didn't realize you were an art collector. I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago, I said at once. Elvii? Marcone inquired. The plural could be Elvises, I guess, I said. But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural.

You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows? Be reasonable.

I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago, I said at once. Elvii? Marcone inquired. The plural would be Elvises, I guess, I said. But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural.

How busy are you today? Oh, he [Thomas] mused. I don't know. I mean, I've got to get a new shirt now. After that, I asked, would you like to help me save the city? If you don't already have plans. He snorted. You mean, would I like to follow you around, wondering what the hell is going on because you won't tell me everything, then get in a fight with something that is going to leave me in intensive care? Uh-huh, I said, nodding, pretty much. Yeah, he said. Okay.

In Chicago, you can't swing a cat without hitting an Irish pub (and angering the cat), but McAnally's place stands out from the crowd.

You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows?

Could just be Chicago. Which can be just as scary as Mab, some days.

Time, time," Toot complained. "Is that all you mortals can ever think about? Everyone's complaining about time! The whole city rushes left and right screaming about being late and honking horns! You people used to have it right, you know.

I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.

And for a time, there was nothing else to be done. I wept. And the city burned.

He had reduced violence in the streets—while sending the number of dollars made by criminals in this town soaring. He had protected the city's flesh while siphoning away its blood, poisoning its soul. It changed nothing, nothing at all.

I wept. And the city burned.

that underlay the city of Chicago.