It's just like music when you reckon it up. It's like, listening to Pavement, it's just the Fall in 1985, isn't it?… — Mark E. Smith Copy Share Image
The only way to amuse some people is to slip and fall on an icy pavement. — E. W. Howe Copy Share Image
The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder,… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
New York is the biggest mouth in the world. It appears to be prime example of the herd instinct, leading the universal… — Frank Lloyd Wright Copy Share Image
As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I started noticing how stained the pavements are in London. The pavements in Beverly Hills aren't used; in London, they're used for… — Julie Christie Copy Share Image
The language we're exchanging, the fillings in our teeth, the pavement on the road outside, everywhere you look, for better or for… — Dan Harmon Copy Share Image
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell >From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring… — John Milton Copy Share Image
She needed to get out of there. Her brains, thankfully, were still safely in her skull, but her emotions were splattered on… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
Life is like walking along a crowded street--there always seem to be fewer obstacles to getting along on the opposite pavement--and yet,… — Thomas Huxley Copy Share Image
People are the nature of the city, and you can feel it in the pavement. — Andy Goldsworthy Copy Share Image
She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Even if heaven were real, and measured as Revelation says, so many cubits this wayand that, how gimcrack a place it would… — Margaret Laurence Copy Share Image
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky… — John Milton Copy Share Image
It was a broiling afternoon of mid-August in Brinoe and everybody who was anybody had long ago quit its burning pavements and… — Louis Bromfield Copy Share Image
The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The foot that is familiar with the grass belongs usually to a man of lighter heart than he whose soles seldom wander… — Leopold Hartley Grindon Copy Share Image
