Christopher Cross: You shouldn't be alone in the street so late at night. Kitty March: I was coming home from work.... Christopher Cross: You work this late? Kitty March: Mmm, hmmm. Christopher Cross: What do you do? Kitty March: Guess. Christopher Cross: You're an actress. Kitty March: Oh, you are clever!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Children of eight and nine who love their mothers dearly will cross to the other side of the street when they see her coming, if t...hey happen to be with friends, because to greet or be greeted by their mothers in the presence of peers is to acknowledge having been (and perhaps still being) a baby.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Murders are exciting and lift people into a heart-beating awe as religion is supposed to do, after seeing one in the street young ...couples will go back to bed and make love, people will cross themselves and thank God for the gift of their stuporous lives, old folks will talk to each other over cups of hot water with lemon because murders are enlivened sermons to be analyzed and considered and relished, they speak to the timid of the dangers of rebellion, murders are perceived as momentary descents of God and so provide joy and hope and righteous satisfaction to parishioners, who will talk about them for years afterward to anyone who will listen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death ... others through sheer inabilit...y to cross the street.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alvy Singer: You look like a really happy couple. Are you? Woman on Street: Yeah.... Alvy Singer: Yeah? So how do you account for it? Woman on Street: I'm very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say. Man on Street: And I'm exactly the same way.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Everything that was ever to happen to me in the future had its germ or impulse in the conditions of my life on Dover Street. My fr...iendships, my advantages and disadvantages, my gifts, my habits, my ambitions--these were the materials out of which I built my after life, in the open workshop of America. My days in the slums were pregnant with possibilities; it only needed the ripeness of events to make them fruit forth in realities. Steadily as I worked to win America, America advanced to lie at my feet. I was an heir, on Dover Street, awaiting maturity. I was a princess waiting to be led to the throne.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Red Cross in its nature, it aims and purposes, and consequently, its methods, is unlike any other organization in the country.... It is an organization of physical action, of instantaneous action, at the spur of the moment; it cannot await the ordinary deliberation of organized bodies if it would be of use to suffering humanity, ... [ellipsis in original] it has by its nature a field of its own.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Although its growth may seem to have been slow, it is to be remembered that it is not a shrub, or plant, to shoot up in the summer... and wither in the frosts. The Red Cross is a part of us--it has come to stay--and like the sturdy oak, its spreading branches shall yet encompass and shelter the relief of the nation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Not to find one's way in a city may well be uninteresting and banal. It requires ignorance--nothing more. But to lose oneself in a... city--as one loses oneself in a forest--that calls for a quite different schooling. Then, signboard and street names, passers-by, roofs, kiosks, or bars must speak to the wanderer like a cracking twig under his feet in the forest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »