Quotes About Street

I had come out of a messy workplace along a messy street to a messy room and did not like it and within me was the beer that made me bold.

What was he looking for, a prince in fine velvets and a crown cocked on his head? Was it clothes that made a prince, Jemmy wondered, just as rags made a street boy?

His razor flashed once, briefly, and the zealot cried out in agony as he was instantly and expertly circumsized. "You can go now," said Razor Eddie, and the zealot ran, howling all the way down the Street. And everyone who'd been watching went about their business again. "Well," I said, trying to keep it light. "At least he's not a complete prick anymore.

I had to smile. "How can you not approve of gods when you are one?" He sniffed. "I never asked to be worshipped. Feared, yes." "That's how most religions start. Eddie, the Street is in danger, and so am I.

And the Punk God of the Straight Razor is currently occupied doing something very unpleasant on the Street of the Gods. It must be something especially upsetting, because some of the gods have come running out crying.

I miss New York. I still love how people talk to you on the street - just assault you and tell you what they think of your jacket.

One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.

I used to love it when I walked down the street and construction workers would whistle.

I like the connection with fans and people who have been supportive of me. And I love the idea of real feedback and a two-way street, which is very, very modern.

She stands before the abortion clinic, confounded by the lack of choices. In the Welfare line, reduced to the pity of handouts. Ordained in the pulpit, shielded by the mysteries. In the operating room, husbanding life. In the choir loft, holding God in her throat. On lonely street corners, hawking her body. In the classroom, loving the children to understanding.

she can feel that burden sometimes like a wall pressing in over the dome of the false sky that bounds the city. *Someone has to*, she says again, as if the ghost is somewhere in the machines that create this Seaheaven, as if he might have cared and turns away, walks back down the vivid street, the dust soft and almost real against her feet.

Clothes do not interest her. They hang on her body as if they are there only because there is no place else for them to go, like men on street corners, like children on the school playground on weekends.

Tirò su una palata di neve e la buttò in strada. Si polverizzò a mezz'aria e turbinò via.

Idly, I wondered what it'd be like to have a city street named after me. Kinsey Avenue. Kinsey Road. Not bad. I figured I could learn to live with the tribute if it came my way.

After the paper rush subsided, the older boys sometimes struck deals with the younger newsies to buy their leftover papers. 'One of the big guys would say to one of the little guys, 'Hey, punk, want to buy me out tonight?' said Philip Marcus. 'An' the little guy said yes. It was his ass if he didn't.

I'm going to walk you home. I know the way. Maybe, but the streets are dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to you. My door is about five feet from yours. What could happen? You never know.

All of them, street cops and supervisors, were now smothered in paperwork designed to prove that they were "reforming" a police force of more than ninety-five hundred souls who ostensibly needed reforming because of the actions of half a dozen convicted cops from both incidents combined.

She had bought herself a fashionable hat for the occasion, but had done nothing to accommodate it; so that the hat perched on her bird's-nest of ginger hair as if it had dropped there from an upper window as she walked along the street. She was wearing her normal expression of pleased bewilderment and no make-up.

I first suspected something was amiss when I exited the coffee shop on Greenup Street and was knocked down by a herd of bison.

I remember, in former East Berlin, how startling it was to see the wall cut some streets. The street would go straight into the wall. It would continue on the other side, in another world. At least one street should have remained like that, walled, to remind people of the old division.

On the avenue, dark and tree-lined, shop windows began to blink on.

Pero la calle Mallorca conservaba todavía el olor de las lluvias recientes, o el olor que la lluvia había sacado de los árboles

Luego he entendido que estaban jugando. Un marido que se encuentra en la calle con una puta cara. Estaban jugando y no podían dejar que yo dañara el juego.

My music is influenced by L.A. culture.