Quotes About Town

We rolled across town through light traffic, mostly keeping our thoughts to ourselves. Several times I caught Jackie looking at me with what could only be called a secret smirk, and while it's nice to be the target of other people's happiness, I didn't get any joy from her barely suppressed amusement—especially since I had no idea what was causing it.

It had enough room for all of us at a price we could easily pay off in ten years or so, which wasn't too bad, considering that it was in Key West and the town was founded by rapacious pirates.

That was in June, fish-fly season, when each year our town is covered bythe flotsam of those ephemeral insects. Rising in clouds from the algae in the polluted lake, they blacken windows, coat cars and street amps,plaster the municipal docks and festoon the rigging of sailboats, always in the same brown ubiquity of flying scum.

Dave's big idea was to have a bunch of shops. Like, Me So Horny would be the town brothel, and Me So Hungry would be the diner, and there'd be a psychiatrist's office called Me So Sad, and a clothing shop . . ." "Me So Naked?

I don't know whether it is that I am built wrong, but I never did seem to hanker after tombstones myself. I know that the proper thing to do, when you get to a village or town, is to rush off to the churchyard, and enjoy the graves; but it is a recreation that I always deny myself. I take no interest in creeping round dim and chilly churches behind wheezy old men, and reading epitaphs. Not even the sight of a bit of cracked brass let into a stone affords me what I call real happiness.

There are plenty of dogs in the town of Oxford.  Montmorency had eleven fights on the first day, and fourteen on the second, and evidently thought he had got to heaven.

To hang about a stable, and collect a gang of the most disreputable dogs to be found in the town, and lead them out to march round the slums to fight other disreputable dogs, is Montmorency's idea of "life;" and so, as I before observed, he gave to the suggestion of inns, and pubs., and hotels his most emphatic approbation.

Don't tell me this town 'aint got no heart

To Zinkoff and to all the kids in this brick-and-hoagie town, summer is like a great warm shallow lake. Some frolic and splash. Some strike out for the distant shore, too far away to see. Some just stand there, digging their toes into the sandy bottom. It is warm and sunny and lazy and you can leave your feet if you want to, because in the warm waters of summer, everybody floats." (p. 161).

Folks who work here are professors. Don't replace all the knowers with guessors keep'em open they're the ears of the town

I love living in Burbank. It has major movie studios, huge media empires, but the city still feels like a mom-and-pop town. It's not pretentious at all. It doesn't feel like a big Hollywood town, and it has every right to be, but it's very friendly and easygoing.

My family is first-generation Nigerian, and we grew up in a very small, suburban town in New England, Massachusetts. So I do understand what it feels like to be an 'only' in that regard.

I was living in a suburban town north of London, dutifully practicing my Mozart sonatas. And the milkman who delivered the milk in the mornings was kind of milkman by day, composer-artist by night.

I had wasted my life in the pursuit of a career, romance, financial independence and the best heels in town when it seems I could have done more for my self esteem with a .38 calibre handgun

Because of the people in history, Trudi felt a far stronger link than ever before to the people in her town, and from all this grew new stories, which she told to Eva and her father, and to Frau Abramowitz who listened to every word and sighed, "Trudi, you and your splendid imagination.

A bridge was thrown by Nala o'er The narrow sea from shore to shore.39 They crossed to Lanká's golden town, Where Ráma's hand smote

We're going to see the freaks," said Ima Dean. "Kiser gave us the money. Don't worry, DON'T WORRY, it's not a present. We're going to do some work for him and pay him back." "Freaks," I said. "Since when have the people in town started charging to be looked at?

Here's a new 'Blessing' for our time -- 'May Anderson Cooper never be sent to report on your town!

It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born

Charley Utter & Wild Bill Hickock approach Deadwood… … following the Whitewood Creek, & where things widened enough for a town sign, that was Deadwood. "How's it look to you?" Bill said. "Like something out of the Bible," Charley said. "What part of the Bible?" Bill said, when they were alone again. "Where God got angry" Charley said.

The town maps in the 1939 [Michelin] guide were so accurate they were used by the Allied forces in 1944 during the liberation of France.

I am only the image I can force upon the town.

what was happening to the town seemed to some like an almost biblical set of afflictions.

My uncle's town, Milburn, is one of those places that seems to create its own limbo and then to nest down in it.