Quotes About Town

His father's made us paint half this town and if we stick around any longer he'll make us paint the rest of it." -Jonah Griggs

Moral sentences appear ostentatious and tumid, when they have no greater occasions than the journey of a wit to his home town: yet such pleasures and such pains make up the general mass of life; and as nothing is little to him that feels it with gre

We didn't have movies in this little mining town. When I was 12 my mom took me to New York and I saw Bye Bye Birdie, with people singing and dancing, and that was it.

Was it her imagination, or did everyone in town have roots that went back to the beginning of time, complete with ancestral home and pedigree? Was one of those pedigrees hers? Were some of her roots here in this bayside town? Jamie

The little house in Riverside... didn't really matter. I saw at once that houses in general didn't really matter. You didn't live in the house, you lived on the porch, you lived in the outdoors with the lovely air blowing in all the windows. The houses were not impressive and the town was not impressive, but the people were impressive.

Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side? and ain't that a big enough majority in any town?

I can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then: the white town drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's morning… the great Mississippi, the majestic, the magnificent Mississippi, rolling its mile-wide tide along, shining in the sun.

We saw a faraway town sleeping in a valley by a winding river; and beyond it, on a hill, a vast gray fortress, with towers and turrets, the first I had ever seen, out of a picture."Bridgeport?" said I, pointing."Camelot," said he.

I am just an old country boy in a big town trying to get along. I have been eating pretty regular and the reason I have been is because I have stayed an old country boy.

It's a small town, it has only a few docks ... now they are in a trap.

She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not... you know, better.""Define BETTER with that guy.""Not all fangs and raaaaar.

I spent a year in that town, one Sunday.

In an early photograph I have, part of the town goes up in flames – a premonition from the 1880s. A group of women, corseted, skirts infested with lace, watch from behind a buckboard as ash flings itself into the sky. To the right the blur of a girl rushes away like a ghost. No face. Hardly a form. Just a hat and a dress, and news of a fire, though no one is alive who knows her name.

By July, a damp Southern heat had settled down on the town like warm sweet syrup.

Many of the town's residents summered up North, along with their horses. Others took long, slow weekends at the beach or on the lake or in the mountains, in family homes built by their great grandparents and passed through the generations like prized silver. The rest of us simply tempered our pace and entered into the peace that floated around us on the breeze of a slow-moving fan.

But I need a ride back to town," Grace called after them. "You're not getting a ride back to town, woman. You're married!" Daniel might as well have been a cougar trapped in this cave with her. She'd have felt no safer. "I'm what?

Learn from me, if not by my precepts, then by my example, how dangerous is the pursuit of knowledge and how much happier is that man who believes his native town to be the world than he who aspires to be greater than his nature will allow.

Just go into any 'home cooking' restaurant in any town you're visiting. If the menu lists macaroni and cheese as a vegetable-- you know you're in the South.

Is it the lack of opportunity that creates the lack of ambition, or has that always existed? Most of them must have parents who work, or who studied, and who of course want the same thing for their kids. But how do you find that in a town where the major achievement was always seen as escaping it? Eventually

The town was a conveyor belt of despair.

sometimes it pays to be the only normal one in a town of vampires. I'm practically invisible.

Delfino said: "Melvin, you got a crazy in the head. All the time you give women money. Crap, me give maybe-so one dollar is plenty. She get the same satisfy as the mans. Crazy Melvin. Anyway, everybody in Hi Lo has made love to thees woman Marie." Melvin looked kind of sad and said, "Well, hell, Delfino, Hi Lo ain't such a big town.

All of childhood's unanswered questions must finally be passed back to the town and answered there. Heroes and bogey men, values and dislikes, are first encountered and labeled in that early environment. In later years they change faces, places and maybe races, tactics, intensities and goals, but beneath those penetrable masks they wear forever the stocking-capped faces of childhood.

At first I followed her deliberately soft voice, which had the timber of a zurna,* and listened to her speech, which resembled embroidery or a string of pearls, words and phrases completely different from those of the townspeople, somewhat withered yet ornate, with the aura of those old chambers and something enduring.