#cities

For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#city #crowds #looking #observation #people-watching

Money is the worst currency that ever grew among mankind. This sacks cities, this drives men from their homes, this teaches and corrupts the worthiest minds to turn base deeds. ↗

— Sophocles

#base #cities #corrupts #currency #deeds

I interviewed survivors, I went to Poland, saw the cities and spent time with the people and spoke to the Jews who had come back to Poland after the war and talked about why they had come back. ↗

— Steven Spielberg

#after #back #cities #come #had

So that I saw music as a way of documenting realities from the urban cities of Latin America. ↗

— Ruben Blades

#cities #documenting #i #latin #latin america

We must have an America in which White men and women can live and work, in their homes and in the streets of our cities, without fear. ↗

— George Lincoln Rockwell

#cities #fear #homes #live #men

Some places will, however, be left behind. Not every city will succeed, because not every city has been adept at adapting to the age of information, in which ideas are the ultimate creator of wealth. ↗

— Edward Glaeser

#economics #ideas #age

Walkers are 'practitioners of the city,' for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#cities #language #possiblity #walking #architecture

Very few cities in the NHL have the history or the following of the Detroit Red Wings. ↗

— Steve Yzerman

#detroit #few #following #history #nhl

Perhaps the Ci-ty dreamed of an-other, en-emy city, float-ing across the sea to invade the es-tuary . . . or of waves of darkness . . . waves of fire . . . Perhaps of being swallowed again, by the immense, the si-lent Mother Con-tinent? It's none of my business, city dreams. . . . But what if the Ci-ty were a growing neo-plasm, across the centuries, always chang-ing to meet exactly the chang-ing shape of its very worst, se-cret fears? ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#megapolisomancy #war #business

Anybody who predicts the death of cities has already met his spouse. ↗

— Clay Shirky

#dating #dating