#street

I think the relation between the monarchy and the press is very much a two-way street. ↗

— Anthony Holden

#i #i think #monarchy #much #press

I've received a lot of compliments. People come right up to me on the street. They recognize me. ↗

— Harry Dean Stanton

#compliments #i #lot #me #people

We must have an America in which White men and women can live and work, in their homes and in the streets of our cities, without fear. ↗

— George Lincoln Rockwell

#cities #fear #homes #live #men

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

That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn. ↗

— Daniel Amory

#city #downtown #dream #heat #hot

Our eyes collided as heat rushed up my arm. The tingling between my legs intensified, the need in my gut moaned with want. All I could see was Braden, all I could smell was Braden, and his body was so close I imagined I could almost feel all of his hard strength pressing against me. Right then I wanted nothing more than to pull him into the ladies restroom and let him screw me hard against the wall. ↗

— Samantha Young

#dublin-street #joss #imagination

Earlier 18th-century literary language was not supple enough to connect the life of the imagination to that of the street. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#language #street #imagination

Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination. ↗

— Janet Frame

#border #cathedrals #expedition #factories #going