Urban Nostalgia Quotes

Consider the trivial but revealing hallmarks of urban hipsterdom: faux vintage photography, the handlebar mustache, and vinyl record players all hark back to an earlier time when people were still optimistic about the future. If everything worth doing has already been done, you may as well feign an allergy to achievement and become a barista.

I love New York. I'm a guy for whom a New York accent is a comforting thing.

I have a huge affinity with London, and I have a lot of relatives here - now and before I was born. I pretty much look at London as the centre of the universe.

I'd excluded New York from my writing, and then I came back and I fell in love with it all over again. The energy comes from an absence, that yearning for New York when you are not there.

I always miss New York when I leave it.

Like most people, I have this sort of love-hate relationship with Pittsburgh. This is my home, and at times I miss it and find it tremendously exciting, and other times I want to catch the first thing out that has wheels.

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

There's no place like Baltimore.

I love L.A. and feel attached to this city, but I don't identify myself as being a part of it.

Detroit will always have a special place in my heart.

I was born in Paris, and I haven't moved, except until now - I live in the suburbs and I hate it.

I do find myself missing the energy of New York more and more often as my time away from the city progresses.

I'll always identify as a Chicagoan; if it wasn't so cold, I'd be there forever.

Every true New Yorker believes with all his heart that when a New Yorker is tired of New York, he is tired of life.

I miss Jersey so much; I'm really connected to it. I love the big malls, the diners.

I think writers like old cities and are made very nervous by new cities.

He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion... no, make that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.

I'm very connected to my neighbourhood. If I could, I'd take the entire Peri Garden neighbourhood to form a Jardim Peri in Manchester.

Old San Francisco - the one so many nostalgics yearn for - had buildings that related well to each other.

I never thought about moving to L.A.; I always wanted to be in New York. I moved there, and now I still have a kind of love affair with the city.

I love Chicago. It's one of the great cities. I'm crazy about the town. It reminds me of New York when it was at its best, the New York that used to be and is no more. I love the architecture, the old stuff and the new stuff.

They who have already enjoyed the crowds and noise of the great city, know their desire to return is little more than the restlessness of a vacant mind, that they are not so much led by hope as driven by disgust, and wish rather to leave the country than to see the town.

When you leave New York you ain't going anywhere.

I do miss the Chocolate City of my youth.

I miss roaming around the Basant Lok market, eating out, the Capital's wide roads.