#bohemia

Art can help a town by attracting a certain Bohemian population that adds life to the bars, character to the streets and a buzz to the name. Employers may then follow. But art can't do much if every town does it. There aren't enough Bohemians. ↗

— Evan Davis

#art #attracting #bars #bohemian #buzz

Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills. ↗

— O. Henry

#away #beyond #bohemia #citizenship #country

All the time, I've felt that life is a wager and that I probably was getting more out of leading a bohemian existence as a writer than I would have if I didn't. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#existence #felt #getting #i #leading

Without sounding too pretentious, I was sort of a slave to the narrative. When the narrative cracks in, I have to go where it takes me. I had to go to the Bohemian Grove. It was the obvious end to the book. ↗

— Jon Ronson

#book #cracks #end #go #grove

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#bohemian #certain #elements #fault #found

I was somewhat out of place among my classmates; I could not be as bohemian as they were. ↗

— Erno Rubik

#bohemian #classmates #could #i #out

My environment reflects the life I've led, the places I've visited and the people I've loved. ↗

— Virginia Nicholson

#living #experience

I was constantly being around artists and Bohemian types. ↗

— Spencer Dryden

#artists #being #bohemian #constantly #i

One night--it was on the twentieth of March, 1888--I was returning from a journey to a patient(for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembered door...I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problems. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes #attitude

We met with the poet Frank O'Hara, who was a link between Upper and Lower Bohemia, and who worked at the Museum of Modern Art, where we had hoped to do the readings. ↗

— David Amram

#between #bohemia #frank #had #hara