We are, by many measures, one of the more diverse cities in the country, growing more diverse all the time, and one of the more harmonious in terms of how we live together.
When I was growing up, there weren't any Little Leagues in the city. Parents worked all the time. They didn't have time to take their kids out to play baseball and football.
As minorities and other immigrant groups become more important to our economy, the inner city is a crucible that gives us an early look at phenomena that are going to be spreading more broadly in the economy over time.
The one thing that you simply have to remember all the time that you are there, is that Hollywood is an oriental city. As long as you do that you might survive. If you try to equate it with anything else you'll perish.
When I was still in my psychiatric residency training in New York City, I was subjected to the doctor draft of that time, during the early fifties, at the time of the Korean War.
Berlin is in a state of transition. There are lots of people who don't stay here. They pass through. They might not 'clean up,' but they mature. It is a city where people spend a significant time in their lives, and then they move on.
I interviewed survivors, I went to Poland, saw the cities and spent time with the people and spoke to the Jews who had come back to Poland after the war and talked about why they had come back.
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
I wanted to travel the world - I don't how that idea got in my head, but I really wanted to see the world... towns, cities, countries, I wanted to see them all.
The truth is that Oxford is simply a very beautiful city in which it is convenient to segregate a certain number of the young of the nation while they are growing up.
The Tramp: You can see now? A Blind Girl: Yes, I can see now.
Dr. Schreber: You still don't understand, John. You were never a boy. Not in this place.
Mr. Book: He's becoming like us. Mr. Wall: So we must become like him.
Pinkley: [impersonating a General] Where are you from, son? Soldier: Madison City, Missouri, sir! Pinkley: Never heard of it.
Capt. McCluskey: How's the Italian food in this restaurant? Sollozzo: Good. Try the veal, it's the best in the city. Capt. McCluskey: I'll have it.
T.E. Lawrence: I cannot fiddle but I can make a great state of a small city.
Captain Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Gothmog: [sniffs] Fear. The city is rank with it. Let us ease their suffering.
Freder: It was their hands that built this city of ours, Father. But where do the hands belong in your scheme? Joh Frederson: In their proper place, the depths.
[voiceover] John Hartigan: I take away his weapon. [shoots Junior's hand] John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them. [shoots Junior's groin]
John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
