Lana Del Rey Quotes

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears.

You cannot separate the buildings out from the infrastructure of cites and the mobility of transit.

Cities are immortal.

I really like Pietermaritzburg: it is really a course for me - really technical.

I actually grew up in the City of Pasadena.

The modern city consists of...dark, narrow streets full of gasoline fumes, coal dust, and toxic gasses, torn by the noise.

San Francisco is 49 square miles surrounded by reality.

I wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.

[Cities] are not like suburbs, only denser. They differ from towns and suburbs in basic ways, and one of these is that cities are, by definition, full of strangers.

The great city is the best organ of memory man has yet created.

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

One cannot completely avoid this landmark character with large buildings such as these. But the city itself is also gigantic.

The streets of a modern city are depressing. They are so aimless and so weak in their lines and their masses, that the mind and senses jog on their way like passengers in a train with blinds down in an overcrowded carriage.

To the newcomer who has not learned its language, a large city is a chaos of details, a vast Woolworths store of differently colored, simlarly priced objects.

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

In New York, the impact of these concentrated superskyscrapers on street scale and sunlight, on the city's aniquated support systems, circulation, and infrastructure, on its already tenuous livability, overrides any aesthetic. ... Art becomes worthless in a city brutalized by overdevelopment.

I don't like landscapes. I like cities. Lots of cities. I like buildings. I like streets.

In city planning, there is no limit to be fixed.

New York is the perfect model of a city, not the model of a perfect city.

I love cities, I spend most of my life talking about cities. And the design of cities does have an effect on your life. You're lucky if you can see trees out of your window and you have a square nearby, or a bar, a cornershop, a surgery. Then you're living well.

The city is like a great house, and the house in its turn a small city.

Infrastructure creates the form of a city and enables life to go on in a city, in a certain way.

The city is the nerve center of our civilization. It is also the storm center.