Who said Hong Kong too small? In size perhaps but not in it`s soul and personality. Every corner in this city giving you full of surprises, if not every hour but at least every day….

To one extent, if you’ve seen one city slum, you’ve seen them all.

I’ve been in many of them and to some extent I would have to say this; if you’ve seen one city slum you’ve seen them all.

The city of angels? It’s the city of devils. The city of smiling cobras.

To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper. The moving about that the city mutliplies and concentrates makes the city itself an immense social experience of lacking a place — an experience that is, to be sure, broken up into countless tiny...

I didn’t know a soul when I got to New York, and I felt really displaced. The first week I was euphoric, and then I realized how isolating the city can be.

Here too, as in the Commune almost a century earlier, the struggle was articulated around the hope that ‘the antithesis between the everyday and the Festival–whether of labour or of leisure–will no longer be a basis for society.

Moreover the present abundance3 of private cars is nothing other than the result of the non-stop propaganda through which capitalist production persuades the mob–and in this case is one of its most confounding successes–that the possession of a car is specifically one of the privileges our society reserves for its privileged members.

We are bored in the city, to still discover mysteries on the signs along the street, latest state of humor and poetry, requires getting damned tired…Gilles Ivain (aka Ivan Chtcheglov)

It is strange being in a crowd where no one knows your face or cares for your purpose. In Lykos, I would have been jostled by men I’d grown up with, run across girls I’d chased and wrestled with as a child. Here, other Colors slam into me and offer not even a faint apology....

I went back to the clanging city, I went back where my old loves stayed, But my heart was full of my new love’s glory, My eyes were laughing and unafraid.I met one who had loved me madly And told his love for all to hear — But we talked of a thousand things together,...

There was a super-8 steel town somewhere, where all the forgotten things in the cruel world ended up eventually, Mandy was sure of it… this place, she decided, was called Smog City.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

Look at London or Paris: they’re both filthy. You don’t get that in Tokyo. The proud residents look after their city.

I, sometimes, fear that probably I’ll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I’ll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

You look at Man United and Liverpool, and they are red – they are much more successful and have a bigger fan base than Chelsea or Manchester City.

I’ve also been working with the Challengers Club in the inner city of Los Angeles for 15 years now, I guess, and it’s essentially an inner-city recreation club for boys and girls.

Poor people do not go on holiday; they go home.

It is perfectly banal to establish a city in the middle of nature but it is perfectly extraordinary to establish nature in the middle of a city! Ordinary nations do the first, extraordinary nations do the second!

We blocked them inside the city. Their rear is blocked.

L.A. is a city that has given me great support for skating.

There were thousands of households throughout that city and there was something happening in all of them. There was some kind of story in each, but self-contained. No one else knew. No one else cared.

I want to describe the psychological state of the people in a certain city.

they’d become unaccustomed to the brightness of their own city, and, faced with it now in all its intensity, they cupped their hands over their eyes as if staring into the sun.

Three years in London had not changed Richard, although it had changed the way he perceived the city. Richard had originally imagined London as a gray city, even a black city, from pictures he had seen, and he was surprised to find it filled with color. It was a city of red brick and white...

The effect hip-hop had on me was enormous. I was exposed to it by happenstance. My father worked at a radio station in New York called WKTU Disco 92. It was the first radio station in New York City to play disco in the late ’70s.

I don’t know if it matters what country you’re from, size of the city you’re from, urban or rural, there are people that are hurting each other everywhere.

The silhouettes of Lovat now dominated the skyline. Nine levels stretching skyward. Five hundred meters high at its apex. Each level housing buildings of various sizes sagged on the backs of buildings below. Thousands of sodium lamps twinkled in their recesses.Lovat was the oldest and largest city on the coast, and it showed its age...

Les gens riches à Paris demeurent ensemble, leurs quartiers, en bloc, forment une tranche de g teau urbain dont la pointe vient toucher au Louvre, cependant que le rebord rebondi s’arrête aux arbres entre le Pont d’Auteuil et la Porte des Ternes. Voilà. C’est le bon morceau. Tout le reste n’est que peine et fumier.

I walked down Paseo del Prado, losing myself to the sights, sounds, and dense magic of the city. There’s something weirdly calming about being alone in a big city. It made me feel like the universe was hugely generous, and that my species was so damn smart to have constructed such a beautiful city.

It happened every single day in Brooklyn: awaken to fresh glory, fall asleep to blight and ruin.

City people. They may know how to street fight but they don’t know how to wade through manure.

Those shining stars, he liked to point out, were one of the special treats for people like us who lived out in the wilderness. Rich city folks, he’d say, lived in fancy apartments, but their air was so polluted they couldn’t even see the stars. We’d have to be out of our minds to want...

Like most cities, London could be a lonely place…

One of the reasons why I liked living in Manhattan was that the city would share your mood the moment you walked out the door. If you were in a hurry, everything else was too, even the pigeons. You shared the same speed and sense of urgency to get wherever you were going.When you had...

I should just drive around this city and take photos of all the buildings I’ve been humiliated in.

Manhattan… capital of the 20th century, a city that has fascinated me for more than three decades.

Now you are walking in Paris all alone in the crowdAs herds of bellowing buses drive byLove’s anguish tightens your throatAs if you were never to be loved againIf you lived in the old days you would enter a monasteryYou are ashamed when you discover yourself reciting a prayerYou make fun of yourself and like...

I would never be able to spend all my life in a busy city like Mumbai.

San Francisco can no longer afford to be a city divided between downtown and neighborhoods, with a downtown that becomes a ghost town when workers go home for the evening.

For brick and mortar breed filth and crime,With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats;And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets.And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine;And death stalks in on the struggling crowd—But he shuns the...

Children are like geniuses, only smarter. Ocala has more creative kids than any other city named Ocala. That’s scientific, because there is only one city named Ocala, and it was named after a city not named Ocala. It’s true! It was named after St. Augustine, which was named several hundred years earlier than Ocala.

The pressure of survival in the big city will make you lose sight of your dream… Hang in there.

In New York City, everybody goes into therapy.

I want you to write a narrative, a narrative from the future of your city, and you can date it, set it out one year from now, five years from now, a decade from now, a generation from now, and write it as a case study looking back, looking back at the change that you...

I belong here, I tell Toy. I’m hungry for every city block. Every brick building. Every crowded intersection. Electric. I feel brand new.

If you want to know my story, you have to go back to the beginning. Not the beginning-beginning, but about nine months later. You see, I was born as a poor farm boy. Believe it or not, my parents were so poor that they didn’t even own a farm. Nope. Instead, they had to live...

Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.

The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow’s, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath – and over all, the revolutions of light, the growings and recedings of light – light dividing like pearls – forming and reforming in glittering bars and circles and monstrous grotesque...

I began visiting Lima’s prisons back in 2007, when my first novel, ‘Lost City Radio,’ was published in Peru.