The accumulation of capital and misery go hand in hand, concentrated in space.

The freedom to make and remake our cities and ourselves is, I want to argue, one of the most precious yet most neglected of our human rights.

The right to the city is far more than the individual liberty to access urban resources: it is a right to change ourselves by changing the city.

Skills that are monopolizable are anathema to capital.

The invocation of social necessity should alert us. It contains the seeds for Marx's critique of political economy as well as for his dissection of capitalism.

But planned obsolescence is possible only if the rate of technological change is contained.

Capitalists behave like capitalists wherever they are. They pursue the expansion of value through exploitation without regard to the social consequences.

The equilibrium between supply and demand is achieved only through a reaction against the upsetting of the equilibrium.

The common-sense notion that 'there is a time and a place for everything' gets carried into a set of prescriptions which replicate the social order by assigning social meanings to spaces and times.

The net worth of the 358 richest people in the world was then found to be 'equal to the combined income of the poorest 45 per cent of the worlds population - 2.3 billion people.

What kind of city we wish to build should reflect our personal wishes and needs.

If we have not peace within ourselves, it is in vain to seek it from outward sources.

What kind of town do we want in the future, and how are we going to plan on that?

To anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother. It's the only thing that lasts, that's worth working for, for fighting for

... my mother adorned with flowers whatever shabby house we were forced to live in.

There is no man so blind as one who has made up his mind.

He can afford to be a fool.

I think it was fantastic being in the 49ers Hall of Fame.

I guess I'm adaptable. You know, I turn up at work and [photographers] can kind of do what they want with me, really.

On the internet nobody can hear you being subtle.

So, twice a week, I go to a beauty salon and have my hair blown dry. It’s cheaper by far than psychoanalysis, and much more uplifting.