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"Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the urban center and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual honey, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it volition destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can nosotros know where we vest or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected."
― Roman Payne, Cities & Countries

"To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the ephemeral
Power pervading the world;
To fly and detect pure ethereal substances
That are not of affair
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an hawkeye, gradient of a mountain;
To be a moving ridge agreement the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To exist a smiling on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning."
― Dejan Stojanovic

"What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll nearly with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters."
― Charles Baudelaire

"Cities, similar dreams, are fabricated of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is surreptitious, their rules are absurd, their perspectives mendacious, and everything conceals something else."
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

"I love New York, fifty-fifty though it isn't mine, the manner something has to be, a tree or a street or a firm, something, anyway, that belongs to me considering I vest to information technology."
― Truman Capote

"You have delight not in a city'south seven or 70 wonders, only in the reply it gives to a question of yours."
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

"Are y'all a lucky niggling lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... Metropolis of Nighttime? "
― Jim Morrison

"The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched past the xx-commencement century—or the twentieth or nineteenth, for that matter. It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles in one case trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed goldenrod and scarlet and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform ruby-red. Bizarre cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood fix to impale fallen angels. The air current carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. Thugs wore Motzart wigs and pushed chamber music on street corners, and marionettes hung in windows, making the whole city seem like a theater with unseen puppeteers crouched behind velvet."
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

"Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Maybe I am agape of losing Venice all at one time, if I speak of information technology, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, footling by little."
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

"This was how information technology was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you lot. One gives you the heart'due south affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are every bit live, as feeling, as fickle and uncertain equally people. Their degrees of dear and devotion are equally varying as with any human being relation. Just equally i is good, some other is bad."
― Roman Payne, Cities & Countries

"Walkers are 'practitioners of the city,' for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language limits what can exist said, compages limits where i can walk, but the walker invents other means to go."
― Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

"With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable tin can be dreamed, simply even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a want or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, similar 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."
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

"All cities are mad: merely the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful, but the beauty is grim."
― Christopher Morley

"There is still 1 of which y'all never speak.'

Marco Polo bowed his head.

'Venice,' the Khan said.

Marco smiled. 'What else exercise you believe I have been talking to you nearly?'

The emperor did not plow a hair. 'And however I accept never heard yous mention that proper name.'

And Polo said: 'Every time I draw a city I am maxim something about Venice."
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

"The earth is a wide place where we stumble similar children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in every bit much calorie-free and dear and color and item equally they can.

The world is a coaxing whisper when the air current lips the copse, when the body of water licks the shore, when animals burrow into earth and people look up at the sympathetic stars. The globe is an admonishing roar when gales hunt rainclouds over the plains and whip upward sea waves, when people crowd into cities or intrude into dazzling jungles.

What correct accept we to carry our desperate mouths up mountains or into deserts? Do nosotros want to gustation rock and sand or do we look to make incommunicable poems from space and silence? The vastness at least reminds us how tiny nosotros are, and how much we don't however understand. Nosotros are mere babes in the universe, all brothers and sisters in the plant nursery together. We had meliorate larn to play nicely before we're allowed out..... And we want to go out, don't we? ..... Into the afar bustling welcoming darkness."
― Jay Woodman, SPAN

"The city'southward full of people who you just run across around."
― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

"Like a man who has been dying for many days, a human in your city is numb to the stench."
― Main Seattle

"I am non interested in living in a city where in that location isn't a production past Samuel Beckett running."
― Edward Albee

"There are cities that get by on their good looks, offering climate and scenery, views of mountains or oceans, rockbound or with palm trees; and in that location are cities like Detroit that have to work for a living, whose reason for being might be geographical but whose growth is based on industry, jobs. Detroit has its natural attractions: lakes all over the place, an abundance of trees and four distinct seasons for those who like variety in their weather condition, everything just hurricanes and world-quakes. Only it's never been the kind of urban center people visit and fall in beloved with because of its charm or call back, gee, wouldn't this be a prissy place to alive."
― Elmore Leonard

"A city isn't so unlike a person. They both take the marks to show they have many stories to tell. They run across many faces. They tear things down and make new again."
― Rasmenia Massoud, Cleaved Abroad

"American cities are like badger holes, ringed with trash--all of them--surrounded by piles of wrecked and rusting automobiles, and almost smothered in rubbish. Everything nosotros use comes in boxes, cartons, bins, the and so-called packaging we honey so much. The mountain of things nosotros throw abroad are much greater than the things we use."
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

"New York City is the nearly fatally fascinating thing in America. She sits like a corking witch at the gate of the country, showing her alluring white face and hiding her crooked hands and feet under the folds of her broad garments--constantly enticing thousands from far within, and tempting those who come up from across the seas to become no farther. And all these go the victims of her caprice. Some she at once crushes beneath her savage feet; others she condemns to a fate like that of galley slaves; a few she favors and fondles, riding them high on the bubbles of fortune; then with a sudden breath she blows the bubbles out and laughs mockingly equally she watches them autumn."
― James Weldon Johnson, The Autobiography of an Ex-Coloured Human

"After a seven days' march through woodland, the traveler directed toward Baucis cannot see the city and all the same he has arrived. The slender stilts that rise from the footing at a great distance from 1 another and are lost above the clouds support the metropolis. You climb them with ladders. On the ground the inhabitants rarely bear witness themselves: having already everything they demand up there, they adopt not to come up down. Nothing of the urban center touches the earth except those long flamingo legs on which it rests and, when the days are sunny, a pierced, angular shadow that falls on the foilage.

"There are iii hypotheses virtually the inhabitants of Baucis: that they detest the earth; that they respect it so much they avoid all contact; that they love it as it was before they existed and with spyglasses and telescopes aimed downward they never tire of examining it, leaf by foliage, rock by rock, ant by ant, contemplating with fascination their own absenteeism."
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

"In Chloe, a great city, the people who motility through the streets are all strangers. At each run across, they imagine a thousand things virtually one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. Only no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other optics, never stopping.

A girl comes forth, twirling a parasol on her shoulder, and twirling slightly too her rounded hips. A woman in black comes along, showing her total age, her optics restless beneath her veil, her lips trembling. At tattooed giant comes along; a fellow with white hair; a female dwarf; two girls, twins, dressed in coral. Something runs amongst them, an commutation of glances link lines that connect 1 figure with another and draws arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene: a blind human with a cheetah on a leash, a courtesan with an ostrich-feather fan, an ephebe, a Fat Woman. And thus, when some people happen to find themselves together, taking shelter from the rain under an arcade, or crowding beneath an awning of the bazaar, or stopping to listen to the band in the square, meetings, seductions, copulations, orgies are consummated among them without a give-and-take exchanged, without a finger touching anything, almost without an eye raised.

A voluptuous vibration constantly stirs Chloe, the nearly celibate of cities. If men and women began to live their ephemeral dreams, every phantom would become a person with whom to begin a story of pursuits, pretenses, misunderstandings, clashes, oppressions, and the carousel of fantasies would cease."
― Italo Calvino

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