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L.A. - talk about a cruel city: Patients are forcibly removed from hospitals.
I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
Greenwich Village ... the village of low rents and high arts.
At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city,
Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are made,
They've built (it well may make us feel afraid,)
A music club and music warehouse pretty.
New York, forever the port of em- and de-barkation en route to Adventure.
Bless you, prison, for having been in my life!
Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
Originally I wanted somewhere to set my short stories about the sort of people I recognise having grown up with. Carnbeg was staring me in the face all the time, only I had somehow failed to see that. Not seeing the wood for the trees, I suppose.
The public library is the most dangerous place in town
Arden Shore Camp in Lake Bluff, Illinois, a camp for poor children and those at risk for delinquency.
town. In the back of his
on the outskirts of Johnson
Palace of Crystal
Well, little old Noisyville-on-the Subway is good enough for me.
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
I grew up in Far Rockaway and then Long Island.
The Loden in Vancouver, where I stayed when I was filming 'The Arrow,' is a family-run hotel with a fantastic restaurant, great facilities, and brilliant people.
Of all American cities of whatever size the most friendly on preliminary inspection, and on further acquaintance the most likable. The happiest-hearted, the gayest, the most care-free city on this continent.
Kansas City, that's like in Kansas, right?" I ask. "Missouri," Frank and Dad both correct.
to live on Pierson Street, just two blocks north of
Connecticut's Beardsley Zoo
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya.
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
This is no library. This is the Batcave.
Liberty trains for liberty.
Prison house for the soul
Quick, name some towns in New Jersey
Youngstown - the place where, you know, we were told, people got killed.
For society, of all places I have ever been, Norwich is the best.
I am in an undisclosed location. I call it . . . the Laaaair." "The Lair?" Steve said, laughing. "Hey, every Evil Overlord has to have a lair," Tyler said. "I couldn't find a volcano next to a piranha pit but it's close . . .
In Czech, according to Milan Kundera, litost is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one's own misery.
The Bronx? No Thonx!
Once upon a time Baltimore was necessary.
In Stockton, Illinois,
Brattleboro is a very small town, but it's pretty liberal.
We moved over to Silver Spring, actually near University Park.
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved
The place was out in Jersey ... Newark. And while that made living with yourself harder, it did make parking somewhat easier.
Very nice sort of place, Oxford, I should think, for people that like that sort of place.
places, and incidents
You mean in the state?State-- Abe Lemons
Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.
Center Japantown Union
the village, since they forbade us to leave
Cleveland, city of light! City of magic!
was allowed to merge with Hartford. It was all settled out of court,
Libraries are the pride of the city.
Brooklyn is kind of my writer's retreat.
PLEEZ BE QUITE IN THE LIBERY PEPLE R TRYING TO GET HI!
Baltimore is a great place.
Angeles in the plain-clothes division,
Boston Latin School.
I escaped to New York, and then L.A., but when I dream of home, I still dream of my old house in Holmdel.
This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
Manhattan ... capital of the 20th century, a city that has fascinated me for more than three decades.
Thriving metropolis. Home to dozens.
821 Cornelia Avenue
A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.
Once I thought that Lake Forest was the most glamorous place in the world. Maybe it was.
I was brought up at 3525 Decatur Avenue, in the north Bronx, right next to Woodlawn Cemetery.
At Kansas City, Kansas, before the saloons were closed, they were getting ready to build an addition to the jail. Now the doors swing idly on the hinges and there is nobody to lock in the jails.
Bahia Mar marina, Fort Lauderdale.
That dismal prison house within whose dungeons so many young faces put on the wrinkles of age,
Forest University
I live in Newark. My family lives in Newark. I own a house in Newark.
New York - that unnatural city where every one is an exile, none more so than the American
This house is a prison, a suburban Alcatraz.
The musical equivalent of St Pancras Station.
(on Elgar)
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
When they can hear each other over the wind and the music, they speak Connecticut: I will not Stamford this type of behavior. What's Groton into you? What did Danbury his Hartford? New Haven can wait. Darien't no place I'd rather I'd rather be.
Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do ... well, you can't. Sorry about that.
Florence - the city of tranquillity made manifest ...
Every town has its dark side, but I spend time in New York for my dark inspiration.
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
Rockaway? That's my special place with Gage - was anyway. Now it'll 'forever' be marked with gluttony and vomit - sounds about right.
Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!
We took the parkway to Linville Falls, 221 to Marion, then I-40 here. The Alleluia Highway, we decided to call it.
Into the center - Queen's Square. This is the heart of Wolverhampton's youth scene - our Left Bank, our Haight-Ashbury, our Soho. To the right, five skaters. To the left, three goths, sitting around the Man On 'Is 'Oss - a statue of a man, on his horse.
The living grave of crime.
The prison is the state writ small.
Los Angeles, this anthill, this slag heap, the city where I suffered and grappled with life and was defeated, and where I finally triumphed.
I would say I live half in New York and half in Claridge's. How decadent! How hysterical!
My wife and I live in Brooklyn, N.Y., not too far from where my Long Island childhood happened.
I'm from Long Island. Strong Island.
I am in Boston right now, in fact, to do work at the New England Historical Genealogical Library, where I'm trying to finish up tracing my lineage back to the seventeenth century.
On 139 and Lenox Ave there's a big park, and if you're soft don't go through it when it gets dark
At Hartford or New Haven or one of those other places where no one in their right fucking mind would want to live.
CALUMNUS, n. A graduate of the School for Scandal.
The cool, grey city of love.
Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.
When we reach the intersection with Homochitto Street, I turn right, into town, and soon we're passing Dunleith, the antebellum mansion that I always say makes Tara from Gone with the Wind look like a woodshed.
No place is better than Akron.
Fenwick, sitting down to
I used to have a lovely Chelsea loft - then I got divorced.
WESTBURY, a nasty odious rotten-borough, a really rotten place.
I want to know how the hell you managed to locate that hideout using the damn public library.
Don't judge me by my past. I don't live there anymore
I'm with you in Rockland, where we are great writers on this same dreadful typewriter.
I was born and bred in Coventry. I played for the club as well, so that's where my liaisons lie.
This isn't D.C., Murrary, this is Ann Arbor, Michigan. This is a long-haired, pot-smoking little college town.