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.
Boys have been wearing skirts for some time now. My three assistants wear mini skirts. They come to work on their motorcycles wearing mini skirts. The French saw the idea on the streets and have done it in better fabrics, and now everyone says, ‘Ah!’
I think my father, who was Chinese, basically felt if we didn’t major in science, we would starve on the streets, so we all went into science unquestioningly. I kind of faked my way through physics.
You can cycle through London on the side streets, which are less polluted – and much more interesting anyway.
It took a lot of sacrifice from my dad. He managed to put cricket nets in our garden because he knew we had to practise every day. That would also keep us away from the streets.
Growing up in Chicago is hard. I’d say 80 percent of the people ain’t really got no daddies. Their household wasn’t right. All they know is the streets and getting some money to support each other and support their family.
Hong Kong might be a small place, but its people make it unique. The iconic images of skyscrapers in this bustling metropolis are famous around the world, but it is the people of Hong Kong, standing up for their city on the streets, who make it truly great.
We can’t do much about ensuring that the homeland is safe if our local police and sheriffs’ departments don’t have the personnel they need to keep our streets and neighborhoods secure.
There are no drivers like Formula One drivers. They are engineers, in a way. They are driving manual cars one-handed at 200 miles per hour around streets in Monaco. These cars use the ultimate in technology.
I used to play football on the streets with my friends and ended up where I am today.
I don’t live with the ‘right’ people. I don’t want to. I don’t want to live with the rich in Beverly Hills or walk the streets of Hollywood. I want to go to K-mart and get good deals.
New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world’s greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
I Am’ is the album that displays a little growth. The record, to me, is bringing the streets back.
I’m a man at the end of the day and I come from the streets, the trenches, I came from nothing, water and cornflakes.
The colonists’ first protest against the British unfolded on Aug. 14, 1765 at the Liberty Tree. A magnificent elm towering over the other trees nearby, the Liberty Tree stood at the corner of what is now Washington and Essex Streets in downtown Boston.
I love to walk through the streets of Jesus Maria and Pueblo Libre. The Spanish colonial buildings are in bright colors, two stories high, with these intricate wooden, windowed balconies.
The streets buy records, but they don’t really buy records in incredible numbers.
The streets of New York are diverse, but when you go into a Broadway show, unless Denzel Washington is in it, or Fantasia’s in it, it’s a lot of old white people and gay men.
We hung out on the streets, played stickball, and did all of the things that other kids did.
I used to stay up all night playing ‘Resident Evil 2,’ and it wouldn’t stop until the sun came up. Then I’d walk outside at dawn’s first light, looking at the empty streets of London, and it was like life imitating art. It felt like I’d stepped into an actual zombie apocalypse.
Even people who say that black people are minorities, there are a billion black people in the world. A billion white people. What part of that is a minority? If you separate yourself, then maybe. But I see black people as one man. When I see people beaten on the streets of America, that hurts me. I feel that.
What I wanted to do was to look at the powerlessness that I felt as – and continue to feel at times – as a black man in the American streets. I know what it feels like to walk through the streets, knowing what it is to be in this body and how certain people respond to that body.
Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination.
Viewers can’t work or play while watching television; they can’t read; they can’t be out on the streets, falling in love with the wrong people, learning how to quarrel and compromise with other human beings. In short, they are asocial.
They allow us to disrespect our Black woman. A lot of these things would be considered criminal if it were to be carried out in the streets. That’s like when they tell you after you buy your VHS and you rent movies they tell you not to copy the movies.
During the course of 1989, more and more East Germans lost their fears of the state’s repression and chicanery and went out on the streets. There was no turning back then. It is thanks to their courage the Wall was opened.
If the truth be known, we are on the verge of losing an entire generation of our young people, killing and dying in the streets of America.
You don’t usually meet directors on the streets.
Family life was wonderful. The streets were bleak. The playgrounds were bleak. But home was always warm. My mother and father had a great relationship. I always felt ‘safe’ there.
People recognize me once in a while and appreciate the work. It gets a little embarrassing, but it’s good. If you work as an accountant, you don’t have people coming up to you in the streets saying, ‘Hey, great job on tax statements!’
When I was 20, I was the hustler – rubbing my temples, stressed, trying to get out the streets, trying to take my life to another side of the game with something I really loved to do: rap music.
Southwest Detroit has been through hell (excuse my directness) with Matty Moroun, his Bridge Company, and all his fancy-named subsidiaries. From blighted homes that my boys have to walk by to allowing his trucks to rumble down our residential streets, passing our parks, schools, and homes – we have had it.
The Trump administration is hammering again and again on the idea that Democrats will bring chaos and violence to American streets.
There’s really no age limit when you out there in those streets.
As a U.S. History major, there is something very cool about being in cities, and walking the streets of Philadelphia or Boston or New York and seeing historical sites.
Few, if any, political analysts predicted the Arab Spring. The raw energy of millions of protestors in the streets of Tunis and Cairo came as a surprise to many who believed that Arabs were essentially reconciled to their governments and non-democratic rule.
Like Joseph Mitchell, I would scour the streets of New York and find little pieces of what other people think of as junk – and collect it.
I’m not a hero. The Hongkongers who confronted tear gas in the streets are the heroes.
If you chance to live in a town where the authorities cannot rest until they have destroyed every precious tree within their blighting reach, you will be especially charmed by the beauty of the streets of Portsmouth.
From the streets of Cairo and the Arab Spring, to Occupy Wall Street, from the busy political calendar to the aftermath of the tsunami in Japan, social media was not only sharing the news but driving it.
When I was about 19, I shot a tape of me doing magic just to people on the streets, and I would edit together all the reactions and I kept pushing this idea, and then ABC came on board and made my first show.
Hip-hop is the streets. Hip-hop is a couple of elements that it comes from back in the days… that feel of music with urgency that speaks to you. It speaks to your livelihood and it’s not compromised. It’s blunt. It’s raw, straight off the street – from the beat to the voice to the words.
I regretted the solitary nature of the writer’s life – other people, normal working people, spent their days with co-workers, rode the subway home with a crowd, walked through thronged streets. I worked at home, all by myself.
One thing that really gets on my nerves is people spitting on the streets! I fail to understand whether they are just plain uncivilized or uninformed about how the act only helps in spreading diseases.
I was told there would be riots in the streets, but there were no riots.
Young people need the serenity that comes from a stable home, safe streets, regular income, opportunities for travel and study, affordable transport, and a real stake in the future.
My whole life in the streets, I was taught not to answer questions and just keep my mouth shut.
I can walk all day in malls, shopping centres, high streets – I love it.
I’ve never seen anyone handling pans in the streets of New York, and if I did I doubt I’d give them money, unless I needed a pan. I do give money to homeless people, whether they ask or no.
Sade’s stuff is real deceptive. She’s got stuff about prostitutes, poverty and people on the streets.
For ‘The Journal of Finn Reardon,’ I traveled to New York City and walked the streets where Finn and his friends would have lived, worked, and played. I visited the Tenement Museum on Orchard Street and toured an actual flat in which families like Finn’s might have lived.
No wonder we have a lot of violence in Rio: the corrupt and violent policemen meet the violent criminals in the streets. What else is going to happen?
