There is a place where the sidewalk ends.
I like to keep my feet on the sidewalk.
Either you were a hoodlum, or you were a puddle on the sidewalk.
There is no end to the beauty for the person who is aware. Even the cracks between the sidewalk contain geometric patterns of amazing beauty.
Somebody steals from me, I'm gonna say you stole. Not talk to him for spitting on the sidewalk. Understand?
You know, I had grown up standing on public sidewalks, saying things that people, you know, were very provoked by and were upset by. And - but standing outside that first soldier's funeral, it was eerily quiet.
One symbol of lack of democracy is to have cars parked on the sidewalk.
I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five, Sidewalk Sundae Strawberry Surprise.
I love the rain - it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.
I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.
People do get out of my way when I'm walking to the shops.
Streets and their sidewalks-the main public places of a city-are its most vital organs.
I stand upon a block of stillness. It is more secure than any sidewalk. I bring with me my own sidewalk.
My favorite place is whichever sidewalk is beneath my feet because I am just constantly fascinated by walking and looking and learning. If I've already walked a street five times, then the next five times I walk it looking up, and I learn something about the cornices.
Those 4 guys in the late 60's who attacked a jewel merchant on New York's West 46th St. on the sidewalk, so they could steal his jewel-filled station wagon, which they abandoned 2 blocks later because none of them could drive a stick shift. Where would I be without such people?
I stand on the sidewalk watching it because the responsibility is mine and I must, I take a very firm hold on the handles of the baby carriage and I wheel it into the traffic.
It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time you rode a bike, wallowing up the sidewalk.
If you are walking through the hood and you notice the cracks in the sidewalk where all the weeds, pebbles, dirt and grit settle in, that's me.
