Johnny Marr Quotes

I was raised in the country. I haven't spent any time in the cities that people say are the best. I haven't spent much time in Chicago or San Francisco.

To live in a city is to be forever flinching.

[On living in New York City:] I'm oblivious to everything. I just don't notice anything. I sat in a coffee shop, drank half a cup of coffee before I noticed there was lipstick on the cup. There was wadded-up gum and lipstick on the napkin. I must have been sitting on that woman's lap for an hour.

All urbanization, pushed beyond a certain point, automatically becomes suburbanization.... Every great city is just a collection of suburbs. Its inhabitantsdo not live in their city; they merely inhabit it.

Old New York City is a friendly old town From Washington Heights to Harlem on down There's a-mighty many people all millin' all around They'll kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down It's hard times in the city Livin' down in New York town

Those who have past much of their lives in this great city, look upon its opulence and its multitudes, its extent and variety, with cold indifference; but an inhabitant of the remoter parts of the kingdom is immediately distinguished by a kind of dissipated curiosity, a busy endeavour to divide his attention amongst a thousand objects, and a wild confusion of astonishment and alarm.

New York is the cubist, the futurist city. It expresses in its architecture, its life, its spirit, the modern thought.

New York is the last true city.

By its nature, the metropolis provides what otherwise could be given only by traveling; namely, the strange.

Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!

It may sound weird, but I don't really look for culture, particularly in an American city.

Hong Kong and Macau are both very dynamic cities. I am always inspired about the culture, people and food in these two cities. There is always so much to do and so much to explore!

They lived in a great city, a metropolis of many narratives that converged briefly and then separated for ever, discovering their different dooms in that crowd of stories through which all of us, following our own destinies, had to push and shove to find our way through, or out.

I'd left Hawaii twice in my life, so I'd been on an island my whole life. I had no clue. I didn't know how to live in a city.

This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.

More than its utilitarian and technocratic transparency, it is the opaque ambivalence of its oddities that makes the city livable.

I'm a creature of the New York City streets.

The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

New York, hands down. I don't want to be there in the winter, but even then it's an amazing place.

My first few weeks in New York were an initiation into the kingdom of guts.

The modern city hardly knows a pure darkness or true silence anymore, nor does it know the effect of a single small light or that of a lonely distant shout.

The city has always been an embodiment of hope and a source of feeling guilt; a dream pursued, and found vain, wanting, and destructive.

The city reveals the moral ends of being, and sets the awful problem of life. The country soothes us, refreshes us, lifts us up with religious suggestion.