City Quotes

There is a sort of genre of optimistic science fiction that I like, and I don't think there is enough of. One of my favourites is a short story by Arthur C. Clarke, 'The City and the Stars.' It's set in this far future on Earth in this somewhat static society and trying to break out.

Peter Thiel
- Trying
- Future
- Society
My dad was a New York City cop. His father was a New York City fireman. And my mother's dad was a city taxi driver.

Joe Lhota
- Mother
- Father
- Dad

That song helped make me a world citizen. It allowed me to live, work and sing in any city on the globe. It changed my whole life.

Tony Bennett
- Life
- World
- Work
Whether in London’s ornate arcades or Rio’s fractious favelas, whether in the high-rises of Hong Kong or the dusty workspaces of Dharavi, our culture, our prosperity, and our freedom are all ultimately gifts of people living, working, and thinking together—the ultimate triumph of the city.

Edward Glaeser
- Freedom
- Gifts
- Triumph
I grew up in an area that was the typical city that was a racially divided and economically segregated place. And it had a big influence on me.

Ed Kowalczyk
- Up
- City
In terms of talking with my collaborators as they came onboard - Jeannine Oppewall, our production designer, Dante Spinotti, our cinematographer, and so forth - I said to them, "Let's pretend that this is a place like Honolulu. Let's ignore the fact that all these other movies have been made here for decades and try to come at it with a fresh eye, as if it were an exotic city that people aren't that familiar with. And let's present our own view of it, create a world that's unique to this movie [L.A Confidential].

Curtis Hanson
- People
- World
- Trying
Nothing could have been greater than the pride of serving this city. I do not believe - I am sure I speak for my colleagues on all sides - nothing else that happens to us in our lives will be as rewarding and fulfilling as the years that we have spent in this building.

Ken Livingstone
- Believe
- City
- Pride
The city had grown, implacably, spreading its concrete and alloy fingers wider every day over the dark and feral country. Nothing could stop it. Mountains were stamped flat. Rivers were dammed off or drained or put elsewhere. The marshes were filled. The animals shot from the trees and then the trees cut down. And the big gray machines moved forward, gobbling up the jungle with their iron teeth, chewing it clean of its life and all its living things. Until it was no more. Leveled, smoothed as a highway is smoothed, its centuries choked beneath millions and millions of tons of hardened stone. The birth of a city... It had become the death of a world.

Charles Beaumont
- World
- Death
- Birth