#street

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only. ↗

— Henry Miller

#fragments #ideas #live #longer #mind

It's easy to set a story anywhere if you get a good guidebook and get some basic street names, and some descriptions, but, for me, yes, I am indebted to my travels to India for several of the stories. ↗

— Jhumoa Lahiri

#anywhere #basic #descriptions #easy #get

Everybody has forgotten about showmanship. People don't look like rock stars any more. They just look like regular dudes off the street. ↗

— Vince Neil

#any #dudes #everybody #forgotten #just

Historically, San Franciscans have not valued street trees as much as other communities have. ↗

— Gavin Newsom

#franciscans #historically #much #other #san

Street and park trees provide tremendous benefits to cities. ↗

— Gavin Newsom

#cities #park #provide #street #trees

I was told there would be riots in the streets, but there were no riots. ↗

— Paddy Ashdown

#riots #streets #told #were #would

Graffiti is an impulse to get recognized ↗

— Mint&Serf

#graffiti #street-art #vandalism #art

Traffic is about drugs. As detailed a portrait as I can muster about what is happening in the drug world, from top to bottom, from policy to how things move on the street. ↗

— Steven Soderbergh

#bottom #detailed #happening #how #i

The streetlight outside my house shines on tonight and I'm watching it like it could give me a vision. James ain't talked ever and he looks at that streetlight like it was a word and maybe like it was a verb. James wanted to streetlight me and make me bright and beautiful so all the moths and bats would circle me like I was the center of the world an held secrets. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#moths #secrets #streetlight #beauty

There are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay there with you, observing the stars, until you're ready to get back up on your feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way of saying “I'm here”. It was a beautiful night. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#empty-streets #free #friendship #love #night