Markus Zusak Quotes

Cities are magical things. You know the energy in them. You have to walk the streets in any borough here and you can see between what was in this city in the 1970's and where it is today and how much more energy there is and how much more just sheer.

Sometimes I miss the spirit of London, but it's a very gray place.

I don't think any other city in the world... the sun doesn't shine the same way anywhere as it does in New York. And then I guess everyone's very good at hanging out. Not in a crazy way, but you're just constantly interacting and learning.

I miss the noise in New York: the sound of taxis and that constant buzz the city has.

One of the things I love about 'Rubicon' is I really recognize the New York City that they're depicting in it, having lived here for 15 years.

I live in New York City, so there's so much stimulation when you walk outside, it does not require a television in the home.

I'm a city boy. I grew up in a big city, in Birmingham, and I want to write about a city. It's much richer tapestry for me than green fields. Fields and wild life make me feel ill. I don't like - I don't want to write about that stuff.

The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.

I grew up in New York City - I grew up surrounded by every sound that you imagine can come from a New Yorker. All of the different boroughs and all of the different sounds.

I live in L.A., I grew up here, it's not that crazy for me because it's L.A., you know?

I love being in a city with great weather.

I like living in the city. I really don't like the suburbs.

I'm from a really nice town. Full of nature, mountains, clean air, rock climbing. But I'd prefer New York City. I love the diversity here, the religions, the food - especially the food.

When you're in New York City or Boston or something, you feel surrounded by cities and by culture.

Gray feels like the city.

Believe it or not, the sky is blue here in Glasgow. I absolutely love it here.

People are the nature of the city, and you can feel it in the pavement.

I sit on the steps in the heat of the sun and listen as one by one these car alarms extinguish themselves until once more only the muted roar of the city is audible, and the city, bathed in sunlight, once again resumes dreaming its collective dream. Cars roll down the city's roads, plants grow from its soil, wealth is generated in its rooms, hope is created and lost and recreated in the minds and souls of its inhabitants, and the city continues its dream and searches for those ideas that will make it strong.

He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted.

City's just a jungle; more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away I was raised in the country, I been workin' in the town I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.

I'm a country boy who hasn't really been exposed to city living, and it throws me.

In cities no one notices specific dying. Dying is a quality of the air. It's everywhere and nowhere.