There is a frustration too, that at moments when there's not a coup, when there are not people in the streets, that the country disappears from people's consciousness.
I would teach U.K. parents how to stop their children throwing litter. London is a beautiful city but its streets are disgusting.
The fire trucks are out, there are thousands of people in the streets. You have a choice. You can have this, or you let Negroes eat at the lunch counters.
Ideally the world would look like Davos, where there's more security than we can even see on the street.
Although I may not like the different streets and paths life has taken me through, I have come to appreciate them afterwards.
Every sacrifice you make to follow God is for your own good. God is not trying to ruin your street cred!
You mean guys don't get injured in spring training? Guys get hurt walking down the street.
'Really,' thought I, 'we call Baltimore the 'Monumental City' for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!'
America is a land where a citizen will cross the ocean to fight for democracy - and wont cross the street to vote in a national election.
I have had a few people recognise me in public. But I wouldn't like everybody to recognise me. I can still walk across the street and not be noticed.
I look at couples in the street who are in their sixties and have been together for 40 years, and they're my idols. That's Ice and me for sure.
I've got a bike in the lounge that I watch Coronation Street on. I never had to watch my weight until I had the children, but with the bike, I'm fine.
Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.
The current prohibition laws are forcing drug disputes to be played out with guns in our streets. We need to put a stop to this criminal drug element in our country.
I feel I could be walking down the street, and if somebody talked to me, I could just slot into 'Miss Marple' and know how she would react.
I bought salvation from a man on the street. He said, "Go down to the beach and let the waves wash your feet.
When the franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.
Who is more in touch with the problems of this country? One of those guys who goes off to Oxford or to University of Yale, or someone who has lived in buses, in the Metro, in the street?
We fixed on No. 4, Queen Street Place, for our City offices, and it was from there that so many of my patented inventions were dated.
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
I've always liked street lights, and I've always photographed them. I probably have a collection of two to three thousand photographs of them, just around the city, mainly at night.
