The City Quotes
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)
Reading it was like subletting a small apartment in someone else's head.
How wonderful to be read to. To be carried from this world and into another, born away on words.
The first gang members who joined the military were known as the Hounds, a group of former New York gang members.
History is finite-there's only so much you can learn about a six square block historic district in New York City. (Dark City Lights)
Do you know what you get when you try to escape? When you drive for miles in a deserted city or swim for hours in a shoreless sea? You get yourself.
The sky was low and broody, but from here, near the treeline, you could see the forest rolling down into the valley, the lake tucked away like a pocket mirror.
Because I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes, talking with strangers, waiting in line. I'm through with these pills that make me sit still, are you feeling fine? Yes, I feel just fine.
Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams we knew so well. I'll see you around our dear ocean town.
Sailboats with they were stars, floating softly through the sky, among our dreams that pay goodbye.
Fear is the short road to death and this world, Changed by the flux of decay: Survival is the exception for weary men.From the new book The Waning
Nothing is what one thinks it is. Cloth is stone and circus is an art. There are no certainties.
As ever in the family Goodman, someone would have to swallow feelings here, and it was easier that it be Mercer.
Even the worst things about Devonairre Street are better than the rest of the city.
If my mind and my city were the same thing then I was losing my mind.
Sometimes it was hard to breathe, knowing how small my world could be. Maybe in San Francisco it wouldn't feel like the universe was conspiring to keep me in a bubble.
What appears strange and complex becomes stranger and more complicated once you begin to investigate it. That's the true nature of the world.
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.
The fire, baby. It'll burn us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always. And never.
You have a responsibility to keep your homes, surroundings and city clean.
You shouldn't do that. Not to your child. You should-carry your own burdens.
Too many words for one book--truth might be stranger than fiction, but it needs a better editor.
Perhaps all love stories no matter how varied are essentially the same.
And although he recognized that tenderness was not the same as passion, and certainly not equivalent to love, for now it seemed to him a suitable substitute.
Was she happy? She thought – yes, reasonably so. Then again, what was happiness but the vast terrain between ecstasy and agony? Was this too small an ambition?
Once you break someone’s heart, you are forever its master.
Nothing felt better to him than the act of waiting for her. As long as he believed it wasn’t in vain, he was able to justify his presence.
It was almost as if she had willed him into existence, into standing before her at the precise moment she was willing to accommodate him, arriving not a minute too early or too late.
Most people surrendered fairy tale hopes in exchange for cookie cutter lives
His fierce appreciation of female beauty, the unrelenting desire he felt for their company, the pleasure he both derived and sought to give, had led him in and out of quite a few bedroom doors.
Forgiving himself came easy to him. His, he'd come to realize, was a forgiving nature.
Incidental, all of it, of course, but this was what this city bestowed that novels couldn't: not what you needed in order to live, but what made the living worth doing in the first place.
In effect, the apartment block was a small vertical city, its two thousand inhabitants boxed up into the sky.j.g.
Have you ever experienced a beauty of soul, an esthetic grace, that was so intense it made you want to cry?"From Central Park Song ( A Screenplay )
I have forgiven Sonora. I have forgiven New York, forsaken the recursion of history. But I do not yet know how to forgive myself.
You couldn’t make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn’t assuage grief with it either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart.
She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights)
For everyone who never smiled in school photos, for all who’ve wandered city streetsnot knowing the where they were or feeling alone, I’ve packed kindness.
The New Your energy goes beyond anything you'll find anywhere else. It's too much for some people and it grinds them down, but it lifts up and animates the rest of us.
I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..
In this manner, we are told, the system of the imaginary is spread circularly, by detours and returns the length of an empty subject.