Sometimes a gloomy street is all a sad person needs! A magical relief may arise from the meeting of the two sad things!

In my father’s last letter he said that the world is run by those willing to take the responsibility for the running of it. If it is life that you feel you are missing I...

The grey of a bitter, starved-looking morning. The town like a mortally wounded creature, torn by shells, gashed open by bombs. Dead streets – streets of death – death in streets and their houses; yet...

They have never put it into words, they cannot; but each absence is a threat. They never felt this way in New York – they moved all over New York. Here each is afraid that...

The streets are a poor kid’s PlayStation™

The streets are silent / The playgrounds are still /The noise has moved elsewhere / Into our homes / Into our hearts / It’s been too long /Children are not where they belong /The streets,...

I regained my soul through literature after those times I’d lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are...

Growing up in the streets of Bed-Stuy, it was hard, yo.

In some neighborhoods, if you want to walk down the streets, you’ve got two choices – look down, or look hard.

It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find yourself in a world of worms. They were as numerous here in the...

Because the show is popular, people do recognize us on the streets.

It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with...

Crack, crack—crack, crack—crack, crack—so this is Paris! quoth I (continuing in the same mood)—and this is Paris!—humph!—Paris! cried I, repeating the name the third time— The first, the finest, the most brilliant— —The streets however...

So I find words I never thought to speakIn streets I never thought I should revisitWhen I left my body on a distant shore.

I don’t like landscapes. I like cities. Lots of cities. I like buildings. I like streets.

I was told there would be riots in the streets, but there were no riots.

The graceful Georgian streets and squares, a series of steel engravings under a wet sky.

The schizophrenic in the sleeping bag with a live chicken and a can of tomato soup spilling onto the sidewalk had no right to steal my street performance.

I’ve wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they’ve been, and what the moments of their...

There is a frustration too, that at moments when there’s not a coup, when there are not people in the streets, that the country disappears from people’s consciousness.

A street full of shadows will teach you what life is much better than the street full of lights!

I think when people say ‘real hip-hop,’ they want it more buried in the streets. They want it more connected to the streets and the grime and the roughness of the streets. They don’t want...

…If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum…

The sweeper of the street is a leader in his own respect provided he does his job well with all love, diligence and attention than anyone would do when given the same broom sticks.