Quotes About Atmosphere

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.

I like to visit New York, but I wouldn't live there if you gave it to me.

The pressure of public opinion is like the pressure of the atmosphere; you can't see it - but all the same, it is sixteen pounds to the square inch.

I think that one can have luck if one tries to create an atmosphere of spontaneity.

Fair weather cometh out of the north.

that whole fussy room still carried an atmosphere of having been crocheted into existence rather than carpentered.

cowboy bar in Dry Creek, a place many who lived there considered

I don't know if it's scientifically possible, but I swear there's about six months' worth of trapped boy-farts in this room.

Also the air: the air is full of sighs and cries. These are never lost: if you listen carefully, with a sympathetic ear, you can hear them echoing forever within the second sphere.

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.

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

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing. This we did.

and rain will fall on our eaves.

Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain...

The floors of bus stations are the same all over the country, always covered with butts and spit and they give a feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.

The Chinese call it woo The French les brumes The British Fog L A Smog Heaven Cellar Door

It was the myth of the rainy night.

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.

We left the car parked, and all three of us abreast went down the Spanish street into the middle of the dull brown lights. Old men sat on chairs in the night and looked like Oriental junkies and oracles. No one was actually looking at us, yet everybody was aware of everything we did.

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

'Twin Peaks' was incredibly slow, methodic, taking shots that were uncomfortably long, with a lot of scenes where there was barely any dialogue. 'Riverdale' has a much faster pace.

Stars appear as pin-points of light. They don't twinkle there as they do when we see them from earth because the atmospheric blanket is not there.