Quotes of: Streets Keyword

Normally street children are shown in terms of the tragedy of their lives - which is true - but there's also another dimension: their wisdom, dignity and enormous capacity for survival.

Henning Mankell

Go to Zillicks down the block. It has three booths at the back. Go in the middle one and wait. When you lamp me turning the pages of the directory outside, shove your money in the return-coin slot and walk out. Take it easy. Don't let the druggist se...

The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich

A scattering of pinpoint lights shows up in the blackness ahead. A town or village straddling the highway. The indicator on the speedometer begins to lose ground. The man glances in his mirror at the girl, a little anxiously as if this oncoming town ...

The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich

I took the sleeper out of Glasgow, and as the smelly old train bumped out of Central Station and across the Jamaica Street Bridge, I stared out at the orange halogen streetlamps reflected in the black water of the river Clyde. I gazed at the crumblin...

American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot

Joey glanced at his alarm clock and saw it was just before midnight. His eyes drifted to his bookshelf. Lined up in a row, in the order of their publication, were all of the Spook Boys books, a series of kids’ books about two adventurous brothers w...

The House on Creep Street

Right now I am like the unborn baby in the womb, knowing nothing except the comforting warmth of the amniotic fluid in which I swim, the comforting nourishment entering my body from a source I cannot see or understand. My whole being comes from an un...

Miracle on 10th Street and Other Christmas Writings

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this p...

Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein

The person in life that you will always be with the most, is yourself. Because even when you are with others, you are still with yourself, too! When you wake up in the morning, you are with yourself, laying in bed at night you are with yourself, walk...

C. JoyBell C.

The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the stree...

James Baldwin

[first lines] Narrator: This is the sad tale of the township of Dogville. Dogville was in the Rocky Mountains in the US of A, up here where the road came to its definitive end, near the entrance to the old abandoned silver mine. The residents of Dogv...

Dogville

Pete Dunham: Hey broth, you couldn't make a hundred could you? Steve Dunham: Yeah, how does piss off sound? Pete Dunham: Oh fuck off. Come on. Get some drinks in. Get some drinks in. Get some... Steve Dunham: Shut up! Just shut up. I'll tell you what...

Green Street Hooligans

[Princess Jasmine is in disguise, and hanging out with Aladdin, when the guards capture him] Princess Jasmine: Let him go! Razoul: [laughs] Looky here, men. A street mouse. [throws her down] Princess Jasmine: Unhand him! [pulls off the hood of her cl...

Aladdin

Lines and Squares Whenever I walk in a London street, I'm ever so careful to watch my feet; And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at the corners all ready to eat The sillies who tread on the lines of the street, Go back to thei...

A.A. Milne

Earlier that day, a typewriter bomb had exploded at a black market skin house over on Eel Street, sending words raining through the cardboard walls of the boudoirs and tattooing copies of the Machinist’s ‘Twelve Terms’ on the bodies of whores a...

Love

Sometimes I wish life was written pencil so we could erase it and write it all over again.

COLOMBO STREETS

If I can face a street full of rabid zombies, I can tell a boy I like him. Right?

Donna of the Dead

Writing is the place where I can be as bold and compassionate and wise as I choose.

Dust Devil on a Quiet Street

If someone grabs you in the street, hit hard and fast, because you may not get a second chance.

The Exiled Queen

Gage opens the door. I’m not sure whether he gets out or Logan yanks him into the street, but a fight erupts. Full throttle kicks to the balls

Ethereal

Life on the street is simple. You eat. You don’t eat. You sleep. You don’t sleep. You’re alive. You’re dead. It’s that simple!" - excerpt from: freefalling

freefalling

...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...

A Familiar Rain