Urban Etiquette Quotes

People are friendlier in New York than London.

I would say L.A. is more polite than London - it's a very careful place. People talk a lot in code.

I was under the impression that I warned you that in London country ways will not do, Frederica!” “You did!” she retorted. “And although I can’t say that I paid much heed to your advice it so happens that I am accompanied today by my aunt!” “Who adds invisibility to her other accomplishments!

Most non-New Yorkers, finding themselves within hearing range of strangers' conversation, think it's nice to pretend they didn't hear. But many New Yorkers think it's nice to toss in a relevant comment.

Seattle is not an overly friendly city. It is a civil city, but not altogether friendly. People from outside mistake the civility for friendliness. Seattle is full of people who have their own lives to live. They won't waste their time being friendly. But they are civil.

In L.A., you can put out a craft-service table anywhere, and it's no big deal. But in New York, people who walk by it on the street get really angry about it.

You go to New York, and people say New Yorkers are so rude, and I think they're so nice. They might yell at you, but it's nice.

In New York, as long as you're not peeing in someone's doorway, everyone thinks you're a gentleman. I feel like my behavior goes over better on the streets of New York.

Leaving the house in a pair of flip-flops in Manhattan is disgusting to me, no shade.

URBANITY, n. The kind of civility that urban observers ascribe to dwellers in all cities but New York. Its commonest expression is heard in the words, "I beg your pardon," and it is not consistent with disregard of the rights of others.

Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.

In Manhattan, when you're out of the front door, you're on, and you have to be ready to smile and speak to people.

In Paris, you learn wit, in London you learn to crush your social rivals, and in Florence you learn poise.

New Yorkers are either the nicest or the rudest.

Baltimore is warm but pleasant... I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.

A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a splendid Christmas in London town. All shall be well. God rest us merry gentlemen. And gentlewomen.