My mouth opened.It happened.Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices...

Laughing like crazythe child goes back to the citygives birth to monsterscreates earthquakeshairy women run nakedold folks who look like fetuses laugh and smoke.

I live in Los Angeles, which is the second most polluted city in the world, and I wake up in the morning to dirt all over my window.

I’ve always liked New York, always liked the city.

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...

I was at Second City L.A., going through the conservatory, and I graduated in 2004 and I got ‘SNL’ in 2005.

…my books are derived from city images, and the city of my dreams or nightmares is Mexico City. (The Art of Fiction, No. 68. The Paris Review, No. 82, Winter 1981.)

In the city a funeral is just an interruption of traffic; in the country it is a form of popular entertainment.

You are like a city on the hill; you can’t be hidden out of sight in any way! Beautify your environment and your influence will be seen from afar!

The ride had begun.The theatre and club spectaculars seemed to stick up into the sky at all sorts of crazy angles, probably because most of them were planted diagonally on rooftops. Follow Thru, Whoopee, Show...

There was a sky somewhere above the tops of the buildings, with stars and a moon and all the things there are in a sky, but they were content to think of the distant street...

Some nights, we were a city of two.

I love New York City.

For a city to be beautiful, it must have a mysterious air!

It is nothing short of baffling to me how a city like Melbourne, where I struggle to find accessible facilities on a very regular basis, could be considered the most livable city in the world....

The streets and alleys of the ward were notoriously filthy, and the contractors habitually neglected them, not failing, however, to draw their regular payments from the city treasury.

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.

I really love Miami, but I don’t think the architecture matches the city. It’s a bit too commercial.

I myself am consummately middle class. We grew up in upper-middle-class suburbs in Oklahoma City, and that’s very much the same ethos as what Richard Yates and John Cheever wrote about.

I am coming back to New York after five years, and it seems that psychics are taking over the city.

The messengers of Jesus will be hated to the end of time. They will be blamed for all the division which rend cities and homes. Jesus and his disciples will be condemned on all sides...

An age-old city is like a pond. With its colours and reflections. Its chills and murk. Its ferment, its sorcery, its hidden life.A city is like a woman, with a woman’s desires and dislikes. Her...

I’m just going to say her name,” he said.

It seemed to him he had waited an age for some stir of the great grim hush; the life of the town was itself under a spell–so unnaturally, up and down the whole prospect of...

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

I come to Fashion Week events in New York City twice a year.

Every city has a Donald Trump; ours is just the Trumpiest.

New York is a special place; it’s a city that I love.

The city of San Francisco engulfed their view through the front windshield. The dazzling light of the late morning sun transformed every glass and metal surface into a silvery mirage.

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

We could already try to lend a hand, to intervene if only by simply moving objects around. This would be better, on the whole, than waiting for the thick wall encircling life to brutally make...

In Riyadh, there’s going to be a huge project that will house at least 12,000 units with inhabitants of approximately 150,000 people. It’s like a city within a city.

This was a townscape raised in the teeth of cold winds from the east; a city of winding cobbled streets and haughty pillars; a city of dark nights and candlelight, and intellect.

I have family dotted everywhere – Dad’s in California; I’ve got aunts in Scotland and Virginia; family in Kansas City; family in Manchester and London.

My parents had been involved in the labor movement; if we’d grown up in the city, we would have been red-diaper babies.

You know what’s nice about Montreal? Not only is it a beautiful city, but you have Cuban cigars.

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.

You have a responsibility to keep your homes, surroundings and city clean.

This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean.

Radio was my lifeline as a kid growing up in Winnipeg in the 1950s. It connected me with the wider world outside our little prairie city.

Nice is a city of ghosts and specters, but I hope not to become one of them right away.

How reprehensible it is when those blessed with commodities insist on ignoring the poor. Better to torment them, force them into indentured servitude, inflict compulsion and blows—this at least produces a connection, fury and a...

I kinda like Florida. It’s hot as hell, but we moved to Tallahassee, which is so close to Georgia. It really wasn’t Florida the way people think of Florida. It wasn’t south Florida. But you...

We are leading as thorough a study of ‘alienation’s positive pole’ as of its negative pole. As a consequence of our diagnosis of the poverty of wealth, we are able to establish the world map...

You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.

I can’t go back,” said Towser. “Nor I,” said Fowler. “They would turn me back into a dog,” said Towser. “And me,” said Fowler, “back into a man.

Everything has been planned. The ascent will be completed in two days’ time. He will climb another one hundred floors today. Another hundred the next day. He does not want to take the lift. The...

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

On some summer days in New York City, the air hangs thickly visible, like the combined exhalations of eight million souls. Steam rising from vents underground makes you wonder if there isn’t one giant sweat...

Every step of the road was just as she’d dreamt it all the time she’d been away. Every step took her further away from the smoke and the noise and the loneliness and fear of...