Telephone poles were matchsticks, put there to be snapped off at a whim. Dogs trotting across the road were suddenly big trucks. O...ld ladies turned into moving--vans. Everything was too bright, but very funny and made for my delight. And about half a mile from my long liquid breakfast I turned carefully down a side street and parked, and sat beaming happily through the tannic fog for about an hour, remembering how witty we all had been, how handsome and talented ... [ellipsis in original]LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Name me, if you can, a better feeling than the one you get when you've half a bottle of Chivas in the bag with a gram of coke up y...our nose and a teenage lovely pulling off her tube top in the next seat over while you're doing a hundred miles an hour in a suburban side street.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 »
Through this broad street, restless ever, Ebbs and flows a human tide,... Wave on wave a living river; Wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.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 »
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 »
My good friends, this is the second time in our history that there has come back from Germany to Downing Street peace with honour.... I believe it is peace for our time. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts. And now I recommend you to go home and sleep quietly in your beds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »