Quotes About Neighborhood

I remember the first time I saw the 'Sugarhill Gang' on Soul Train. I was 11 or 12. I was like, 'What's going on? How did those guys get on national TV?' And then, when I was a little older, a rapper from the neighborhood got a record deal. I was shocked.

I grew up in a very, very diverse neighborhood back home in Maryland. And when I see that on TV shows, it makes me want to watch it, personally. I just gravitate towards that.

I grew up in an immigrant neighborhood. We just knew the rule was you're going to have to work twice as hard.

I think I was probably that kid in the neighborhood who you could expect once or twice a year to be knocking on your door trying to sell you something stupid.

My favorite thing to do is just sit outside on the stoop and talk with all my neighbors. I can go out with curlers in my hair, and nobody blinks twice. It's just sad when people want to take a picture!

My house is made out of balsa wood, so when I want to scare the neighborhood kids I lift it over my head and tell them to get out of my yard or I'll throw it at them.

Unless the peace that follows recognizes that the whole world is one neighborhood and does justice to the whole human race, the germs of another world war will remain as a constant threat to mankind.

A punching bag. The guy was pounding on a punching bag. That realization took about a nanosecond to register in her brain before the real important information came to the forefront: LoriSue, God bless her slutty little soul, had been absolutely correct. He was male-stripper material, and he'd been thoughtful enough to strip to a pair of athletic shorts on his very first night in the neighborhood.

I live in Manhattan, and on my block there's a church with a soup line every day. There are a lot of children there.

I grew up in Dolton, just south of Chicago, about a 20-minute drive from old Comiskey Park.

I grew up on the South Side of Chicago, north Beverly. It was cool, everybody's cool on the block.

I was born October 5, 1957, on the South Side of Chicago, in the Woodlawn area, a neighborhood that hasn't changed much in forty-five years. Our house was on 66th and Blackstone, but the city tore it down when the rats took over.

I didn't live far from where Leopold and Loeb lived on Chicago's South Side, so I had heard about them as a kid.

When I grew up on the south side of Chicago, it was kind of a rough neighborhood, and when my parents saw the prospect of my older sister going to middle school, high school, they decided that we would move to the north side of Chicago, Highland Park, and for me, that was a whole new ballgame.

It is important to have permanent safe spaces in Harlem.

You know instinctively that people get along better as neighbors than roommates.

What, are you totally psycho? I shouted. Maybe I am! he screamed back at me. Maybe that's just what I am. Maybe I'm that quiet guy who suddenly goes nuts and then you find half the neighborhood in his freezer. I gotta admit, that one stumped me for a second - but only for a second. Which half? I asked. Huh? Which half of the neighborhood? Could you make it the people on the other side of Avenue T, because I never really liked them anyway.

The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power and aid, which neighborhood, your district, your city, your county, your state, your nation-everybody grabbing each other's assholes in the Honeycomb of survival out of a fear-animalistic stupidity.

Un bel quartiere. Definizione di un bel quartiere: un posto in cui non puoi permetterti di abitare.

My favorite 'Mister Rogers' episodes were always the ones where Mr. Rogers would go into the community.

Though large herds of deer do much harm to the neighbourhood, yet the injury to the morals of the people is of more moment than the loss of their crops.

I used to get two buses to school, and you'd see more or less everyone in the city centre, so I kind of knew everyone around my age group.

SOUTH RICHMOND was a neighborhood of mouse holes, lace curtains, Sears catalogs, measles epidemics, baloney sandwiches—and men who knew more about the carburetor than they knew about the clitoris.

Maybe it hadn't been a community, but it had been a place. Now there weren't any places left, just separate houses with separate televisions and separate televisions and less and less dropping by.