Marv: [Driving while grinding a man's face against the pavement] I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.
Yellow Bastard: [raises knife] Here it comes, it's gonna hurt. John Hartigan: You're right about that. [stabs him] John Hartigan: Sucker.
Yellow Bastard: [referring to 19-year-old Nancy] A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
John Hartigan: [beating the Yellow Bastard's head in] After a while all I'm doing is punching wet chips of bone into the floorboards. So I stop.
Marv: [Narrating, watching Kevin go downstairs] Heading down for a midnight snack... and I can guess what kind.
Dwight: He's got the drop on her! Gail: He's got squat! He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.
Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know... Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.
Emma Horton: Some people say Des Moines is the best city in Iowa.
Popescue: That's a nice girl, that. But she ought to go careful in Vienna. Everybody ought to go careful in a city like this.
Terry: You know this city's full of hawks? That's a fact. They hang around on the top of the big hotels. And they spot a pigeon in the park. Right down on him.
I think they got caught up in how much money they could get from each of the city governments as far as tax rebates. But that stuff works when you make money. It's a little bit phantom money.
In modern society, where most people live in cities, and where both needs and wishes are absolved through the same remote agency - money - the distinction between wishes and needs has altogether vanished.
Americans are immensely popular in Paris; and this is not due solely to the fact that they spend lots of money there, for they spend just as much or more in London, and in the latter city they are merely tolerated because they do spend.
When I look back on my childhood, I think of that short time in Beirut. I know that seeing the city collapse around me forced me to grasp something many people miss: the fragility of peace.
So that the failures to pass a civil rights bill isn't because of Black Power, isn't because of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee; it's not because of the rebellions that are occurring in the major cities.
And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.
Antiwhite racism is developing in sections of our cities where individuals - some of whom have French nationality - contemptuously designate French people as gaulois on the pretext they don't share the same religion, color or origins.
The Olympic Games are highly commercialised. They purport to follow the traditions of an ancient athletics competition, but today it is the commercial aspect that is most apparent. I have seen how, through sport, cities and corporations compete again...
Pittsburgh felt like the perfect size of a city to me. There's enough to do, but it's not like living in a circus. I also really loved how sports-enthusiastic Pittsburgh people are: how proud of their sports they are.
