Quotes About City life

New York City is crazy and beautiful and really close to my heart, and I've always had dear friends here - family, actually, I would say.

You can't live in New York City and be the most important person in town; you just can't. There are too many other important people here.

New York City is one of the greatest places on the planet. You have the best in food, art, theatre, and definitely people-watching.

I definitely feel most at home in New York City, although I get stir-crazy if I'm here too long.

I grew up in New York City, and I've got wonderful memories of the Fourth of July fireworks.

I do not like confrontations in New York City.

I am a dude who is meant to be on a couch in New York City thumbing through magazines.

You know it's time to step back and take a long, hard look at yourself when a New York City cabbie is giving you life advice.

They have great restaurants, good nightlife. Everything is here in Brooklyn that you can possibly want.

I eat out three times a day most days of the year. This is no big deal to most New Yorkers, and it is not something I am necessarily proud of - it's simply the nature of my itinerant life.

I'm from Sacramento, and I have no idea what growing up in a city is like.

One of my favorite things about New York is that you can pick up the phone and order anything and someone will deliver it to you. Once I lived for a year in another city, and almost every waking hour of my life was spent going to stores, buying things, loading them into the car, bringing them home, unloading them, and carrying them into the house. How anyone gets anything done in these places is a mystery to me.

I live in my neighborhood. My neighborhood consists of the dry cleaner, the subway stop, the pharmacist, the supermarket, the cash machine, the deli, the beauty salon, the nail place, the newsstand, and the place where I go for lunch. All this is within two blocks of my house. Which is another thing I love about life in New York: Everything is right there. If you forgot to buy parsley, it takes only a couple of minutes to run out and get it. This is good, because I often forget to buy parsley.

Once I lived for a year in another city, and almost every waking hour of my life was spent going to stores, buying things, loading them into the car, bringing them home, unloading them, and carrying them into the house. How anyone gets anything done in these places is a mystery to me.

there I was, trying to hold up my end in a city where you can't even buy a decent bagel. I don't mean to make it sound as if it's all about being Jewish, but that's another thing about Washington. It makes you feel really Jewish if that's what you are.

what she loved: life, London, this moment of June.

wasn't adaptable. She needed the city. She needed congestion. She needed masses of people where she could lose herself and simply exist, anonymously, without the constant scrutiny of others. Courtney

What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.

Jimmy looked at me and said, "I think you should stay in Chicago for a while." And what a town that turned out to be. If you can't make money in Chicago you can't make money anywhere. They leave the bodies right on the sidewalk. If your dog was with you, your dog goes, too. They

streets, came nearer and nearer.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in ever one of them encloses its own secret; that ever beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!

Marshalsea and all its blighted fruits. They went quietly down into the roaring streets, inseparable and blessed; and as they passed along in sunshine and shade, the noisy and the eager, and the arrogant and the froward and the vain, fretted

quietly down into the roaring streets, inseparable and blessed; and as they passed along in sunshine and shade, the noisy and the eager, and the arrogant and the froward and the vain, fretted and chafed, and made their usual uproar.

The circumstances of everyday life were too demanding-and in American's great cities, appalling.