#town

Paris ain't much of a town. ↗

— Babe Ruth

#paris #town

Know how to travel from your town to a nearby town without a car, either by bus or by rail. ↗

— Marilyn vos Savant

#car #either #how #know #nearby

Motown was the mecca. It was every writer's dream to work there. ↗

— Valerie Simpson

#every #mecca #motown #work #writer

The Town Clerkship, however, was the means of giving me a lesson in electoral methods. ↗

— Catherine Helen Spence

#giving #however #lesson #me #means

And if the imam and the Muslim leadership in that community is so intent on building bridges, then they should voluntarily move the mosque away from ground zero and move it whether it's uptown or somewhere else, but move it away from that area, the same as the pope directed the Carmelite nuns to move a convent away from Auschwitz. ↗

— Peter King

#auschwitz #away #bridges #building #community

Recently I've been participating in radio and television talk programs doing broadcasts and conferences, and shooting my mouth off and really going to town. ↗

— Peter Maxwell Davies

#broadcasts #conferences #doing #going #i

I literally integrated the small town of Libertyville, Illinois. I was the first person of color to reside within its borders. ↗

— Tom Morello

#color #first #i #illinois #integrated

Rural towns aren't always idyllic. It's easy to feel trapped and be aware of social hypocrisy. ↗

— Bill Pullman

#aware #easy #feel #hypocrisy #idyllic

My grandparents told endless stories about the town they were from. It became an almost mythic place. ↗

— Vincent Schiavelli

#almost #became #endless #grandparents #mythic

Shortly before school started, I moved into a studio apartment on a quiet street near the bustle of the downtown in one of the most self-conscious bends of the world. The “Gold Coast” was a neighborhood that stretched five blocks along the lake in a sliver of land just south of Lincoln Park and north of River North. The streets were like fine necklaces and strung together were the brownstone houses and tall condominiums and tiny mansions like pearls, and when the day broke and the sun faded away, their lights burned like jewels shining gaudily in the night. The world’s most elegant bazaar, Michigan Avenue, jutted out from its eastern tip near The Drake Hotel and the timeless blue-green waters of Lake Michigan pressed its shores. The fractious make-up of the people that inhabited it, the flat squareness of its parks and the hint of the lake at the ends of its tree-lined streets squeezed together a domesticated cesspool of age and wealth and standing. It was a place one could readily dress up for an expensive dinner at one of the fashionable restaurants or have a drink miles high in the lounge of the looming John Hancock Building and five minutes later be out walking on the beach with pants cuffed and feet in the cool water at the lake’s edge. ↗

— Daniel Amory

#city #contemporary-fiction #contemporary-literature #downtown #lake