The permanent power brokers of this city are the columnists.
The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand
I would never be able to spend all my life in a busy city like Mumbai.
At the end of my life, I have achieved belated fame and recognition in the city of my birth.
What is the purpose of a city if not to grant the greatest of gifts, anonymity?
There open up, deep inside a city, reflected streets, streets which are double, make-believe streets. One’s imagination, bewitched and misled, creates illusory maps of the apparently familiar districts, maps in which the streets have their...
Rio’s a beautiful city, a vibrant place, special place.
You must be very proud; the whole city crowded with your lovers.
It is as though the practices organizing a bustling city were characterized by [city practitioners’, everyday citizens’] blindness. The neworks of these moving, intersecting writings compose a manifold story that has neither author nor spectator,...
Well-lit streets discourage sin, but don’t overdo it.