These friends – and he laid his hand on some of the books – have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London,...

Cutting my roots and leaving my home and family when I was 18 years old forced me to build my home in other things, like my music, stories and my journey. The last years I...

I think the whole, like, cultural diversity and the arty side of London is really, really great. And how it’s so historic as well.

Could I be brave enough to look lower? I could. His black tee shirt licked his hard body and I could only guess what was hidden underneath it. His faded jeans hung dangerously low, revealing...

I fancy you, Kitty Dawson,” a lone boy shouted.

The Thames was beautiful, dark, and swift beneath the billion yellow and white lights of the city…

I never realized before that taking care of someone makes you love them more than when they take care of you.

The city was alive, and so was he…

You must live a very free life.””Me?” she laughed. “I am not who swoops out of the sky to rain fire on pirates!””Yeah, but before this I never did much. I mean I did a...

He reasoned, even as a young man, that traditions may linger as he walked though the oracles of time. In later years he thought his mind may one day blur, should he survive to an...

The Thames Shouldered its way past Blackfriars Bridge, impatient with the ancient piers, no longer the passive stream that slid past Chelsea Marina, but a rush of ugly water that had scented the open sea...

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

London was so rich, and also so green, and somehow so detailed: full of stuff that had been made, and bought, and placed, and groomed, and shaped, and washed clean, and put on display as...

The return of the rain, beating out time on London’s rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens...

I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.Watch me burn.Love always, Charlotte

When I am in London, all I do is mix with other people in the arts.

You don’t think you’re a vampire, Sam. That kind of thing you know.

My cousins gay, he went to London only to find out that Big Ben was a clock.

I want you to know that I have nothing against Orlando, though you are, of course, far more likely to get shot or robbed there than in London.

Snarling an oath from an Icelandic saga, I reclaimed my place at the head of the queue. “Oy!” yelled a punk rocker, with studs in his cranium. “There’s a fackin’ queue!”Never apologize, advises Lloyd George....

We don’t expect this to result in a downturn in tourists to London.

Like most cities, London could be a lonely place…

I’m confident of what I have to achieve in the buildup to London 2012.

My very core clenches and spasms, my hips with a mind of their own, lurch. It is as if I no longer have control of any part of my body. ‘Ugh,’ I continue to groan...

I just like to say I’m from London, I don’t have any specific area I represent. I’m not representing for a small group of people. I’d like everybody to be able to relate to a...

His OFELLUS in the Art of Living in London, I have heard him relate, was an Irish painter, whom he knew at Birmingham, and who had practiced his own precepts of economy for several years...

It was a rule of London life that anybody could be anybody

London is one of the most fascinating, historic, amazing cities in the world!

While in England write or get wrought rotten rusted.

My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.

Fashion is never wrong.

He hugged me, and I let him press me against his godlike body. What? A girl should have some fun sometimes.

Darkness. The door into the neighboring room is not quite shut. A strip of light stretches through the crack in the door across the ceiling. People are walking about by lamplight. Something has happened. The...

In the words of Mr Thierry Coup of Warner Bros: ‘We are taking the most iconic and powerful moments of the stories and putting them in an immersive environment. It is taking the theme park...

If you’re curious, London’s an amazing place.

Tea at the Ritz is the last delicious morsel of Edwardian London. The light is kind, the cakes are frivolous and the tempo is calm, confident and leisurely.

London is one of the world’s centres of Arab journalism and political activism. The failure of left and right, the establishment and its opposition, to mount principled arguments against clerical reaction has had global ramifications....

People in London think of London as the center of the world, whereas New Yorkers think the world ends three miles outside of Manhattan.

I talk to you today about the blessed London battle, which came as a slap in the face to the tyrannical Crusader British arrogance. It is a sip from the glass that Muslims have been...

For I’m afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don’t mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away from London to get to it, to its spaciousness and healing. I mean...

The Visa Waiver Program is one that we’ve been working on even prior to the bombings in London, taking more precautions as far as making sure there are secured documents for all these people coming...

London, London, London town,You can toughen up or get thrown around.

Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,And each man fixed his eyes...

There are members of the London press who seek to antagonise me, deliberately.

Cos there’s holes in this world,see. Holes. And the likes of Thommo, and Keith, and me, and Kenny, we just sort of fall through em. We weren’t never bad kids, we just didn’t have nothing...

The great ages did not perhaps produce much more talent than ours,’ [T.S.] Eliot wrote. ‘But less talent was wasted.

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...

New York, like London, seems to be a cloacina [toilet] of all the depravities of human nature.

London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.