Quotes About Town

Both sides of Interstate 57 looked the same after midnight—scattered lights from the small, neat farms strewn over the countryside, and occasionally a big town like Champaign or Effingham.

ciudad más grande. Nueve años antes, Joe Radford, el comisario, solo era comisario adjunto, y como tal apenas había intervenido en la investigación del caso Yarber.

every small Southern town had an Adams, a Jefferson, and a Washington, but no Lincoln or Grant.

He had been baptized in that church when he was ten years old; Stella at nine. The family had faithfully attended the weekly services, the fall and spring revivals, the cookouts, potluck suppers, funerals, weddings, and an endless schedule of social events because for them, and for many in their town, the church was the center of society.

When she was denied entry at Inverness, she lodged for the night in the town

a garden some forty feet away, on the other side of the town wall

Like the rooftop dogs, they were lost souls—they were running wild, or they drifted around town like ghosts.

It won't take much of a city to be a city for me

I saw on the pad not an operator's number from my home town, but one which seemed to interrupt the beating of my heart.

Like all old, good schools, Devon did not stand isolated behind walls and gates but emerged naturally from the town which had produced it. So there was no sudden moment of encounter as I approached it; the houses along Gilman Street began to look more defensive, which meant that I was near the school, and then more exhausted, which meant that I was in it.

When D's cabin caught fire, D was out of the country. Half the town-Christians and drinkers alike-came out to fight the fire and loot the cabin. There were individual piles of loot, and fights over the piles. That's my pile. The hell it is, it's mine.

As a person who grew up in a border town, it is important to me that I use my education and my art to tell human stories of an otherwise neglected and marginalized community.

It's a college rule: we must always take off our hats when see a fellow scholar.' I pulled a face and she continued, burning with conviction, 'Oh, come on, Mr Knight. Don't tell me you've never seen someone doff a cap before.' 'I'm familiar with the custom, but not in this context. The normal way to make a man remove his hat in that town is to punch him on the jaw.

Mount Pleasant was an older town, where no two houses, standing side by side, seemed to come out of the same architectural style, with nineteenth-century Victorians up against pastel-colored postwar ramblers. Most of the houses had traditional flower gardens with marigolds and zinnias, and some with head-high sunflowers.

Let me tell you a few things about this place, the UP," Laurent said, as they drove out of town in his Silverado pickup. "The UP is about the most remote place in the lower forty-eight—other people make the same claim, but they don't know about the UP.

A town is a thing like a colonial animal. A town has a nervous system and a head and shoulders and feet. A town is a thing separate from all other towns alike. And a town has a whole emotion. How news travels through a town is a mystery not easily to be solved. News seems to move faster than small boys can scramble and dart to tell it, faster than women can call it over the fences.

A man with a beard, ordering a beer milk shake in a town where he wasn't known—they might call the police.

Since the East End School was way to hell and gone across town and the children who lived east of Main Street attended there, I will not bother with it.

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake and then they go inta town and blow their stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

Together they pulled the door shut, and suddenly the car was dark and warm, and it throbbed like the body of a bass viol. The beat of wheels on the rail-ends grew less rapid as the freight slowed to go through the town.

When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten.

I've always been an avid reader. Everyone in my family read a lot. Considering we were from a little town, we were pretty literate.

My wedding was a very private affair for close family and friends, so I had decided to hold a reception in my native town.

I'm living out a childhood fantasy. Our house is in a historic district of a small town that I used to read about in storybooks