It may be that we have become so feckless as a people that we no longer care how things work but only the kind of quick, easy outer impression that they get.

Cities have the capability of providing something for everybody, only because, and only when, they are created by everybody.

Streets and their sidewalks-the main public places of a city-are its most vital organs.

Designing a dream city is easy; rebuilding a living one takes imagination.

There is no logic that can be superimposed on the city; people make it, and it is to them, not buildings, that we must fit our plans.

Intricate minglings of different uses in cities are not a form of chaos. On the contrary, they represent a complex and highly developed form of order.

While you are looking, you might as well also listen, linger and think about what you see.

The ballet of the good city sidewalk never repeats itself from place to place, and in any one place is always replete with new improvisations.

This is something everyone knows: A well-used city street is apt to be a safe street. A deserted city street is apt to be unsafe.

People must take a modicum of public responsibility for each other even if they have no ties to each other.

This is what a city is, bits and pieces that supplement each other and support each other.

I’m currently unsupervised It frisks me out too but the possibilities are endless

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?

Sometimes, if you want to be happy, you've got to run away to Bath and marry a punk rocker.

What, to many, passes for thought, is usually a compound of prejudice, desire, and whim.

I think that once you have a fair idea where you want to go, your first move will be to apply yourself in school.

Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you.

I can't bring you absolute truth in the detailed factual sense. All I can do is bring you an interpretation as I understand it. That's all you can ever get from an actor.

There were plenty of times some writers would make some kind of stupid joke to each other and then it was on TV that night or that week.

If there's anything I like better than honey and ketchup, it's baloney and whipped cream --- and we haven't got any!

Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.