#polis

The metropolis has always been the seat of the money economy. ↗

— Georg Simmel

#been #economy #metropolis #money #seat

We are living in a world today where lemonade is made from artificial flavors and furniture polish is made from real lemons. ↗

— Alfred Newman

#flavors #furniture #lemonade #lemons #living

There are countless artists whose shoes I am not worthy to polish - whose prints would not pay the printer. The question of judgment is a puzzling one. ↗

— Maxfield Parrish

#artists #countless #i #i am #judgment

I really don't like when things are all polished and perfect - the perfect love story and the hair is perfect. ↗

— Marisa Tomei

#i #like #love #love story #perfect

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

- Wy, ludzie, mówicie o życiu i śmierci, jakby to były dwie rzeczy wzajemnie się wykluczające, jakby nie istniała rzeka, będąca również drogą, czy pieśń, będąca kolorem. - Bo nie istnieją - odparł Cień. - Prawda? - Echa znad wody powtarzały szeptem jego słowa. - Musisz pamiętać - rzekł cierpko pan Ibis - że życie i śmierć to dwie strony tej samej monety, jak orzeł i reszka na ćwierćdolarówce. - A gdybym miał ćwierćdolarówkę o dwóch orłach? - Ale nie masz. Miewają je tylko głupcy i bogowie. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#life #polish #death

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children make as they sleep, the sounds our animals make as they step carefully through our dreams and out the other side to polished floor and cold window. Sometimes I wait so long I become unsure if I am asleep, or awake, or dead. ↗

— Steve Rasnic Tem

#awake #children #cold-window #dead #dreams

Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish. ↗

— Anne Bradstreet

#ax #bruise #edge #fitter #heavy

[I]t is the glory of London that it is always ending and beginning anew, and that a visitor, with a good eye and indefatigable feet, will find in her travels all the Londons she has ever met in the pages of books, one atop the other, like the strata of the Earth. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#cities #city-life #fictional-london #history #life

London opens to you like a novel itself. [...] It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences; it opens to you like a series of rooms, door, passsage, door. Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#geography #literary-london #london #metropolis #similes