Metropolitan Quotes

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Whit Stillman
“Charlie Black: Fourierism was tried in the late nineteenth century… and it failed. Wasn’t Brook Farm Fourierist? It failed.
Tom Townsend: That’s debatable.
Charlie Black: Whether Brook Farm failed?
Tom Townsend: That it ceased to exist, I’ll grant you, but whether or not it failed cannot be definitively said.
Charlie Black: Well, for me, ceasing to exist is — is failure. I mean, that’s pretty definitive.
Tom Townsend: Well, everyone ceases to exist. Doesn’t mean everyone’s a failure.”
Whit Stillman, Barcelona and Metropolitan: Tales of Two Cities

Lucy Sante
“Night is the permanent revolution, that of the globe. Every sundown the streets change, becoming sinister or libidinous, or, for that matter, longer or narrower or unexpectedly twisted. The familiar rebels against those who presume to know it. The map is altered and time is telescoped. Daylight restores things to their normal condition, or is that really their normal condition? The map of the city wrinkles and unfolds, wrinkles and unfolds.”
Lucy Sante, Low Life: Lures and Snares of Old New York

Parul Wadhwa
“Delhi people can make anything look fancy. Delhi scares me with fast pace vehicles and running life, it can almost thrill anyone.”
Parul Wadhwa, The Masquerade

Sneha Subramanian Kanta
“When memory is a veil of exposure through which the fullness of tides is visible, I can still sometimes smell the radiance of flowers. I argued with friends that Mumbai does have seasons—if one bothers to watch closely. Now I trace the months on a calendar like a distant call, the sound of a train whistle or fog that engulfs before the onset of rain to participate in a collective mourning.”
Sneha Subramanian Kanta

Sneha Subramanian Kanta
“When memory is a veil of exposure through which the fullness of tides is visible, I can still sometimes smell the radiance of flowers. I have argued with friends that Mumbai does have seasons—if one bothers to watch closely. Now I trace the months on a calendar like a distant call, the sound of a train whistle or fog that engulfs before the onset of rain to participate in a collective mourning.”
Sneha Subramanian Kanta

Rafał Kosik
“It's not who you are that counts - it's what your're part of.”
Rafał Kosik, Cyberpunk 2077: No_Coincidence