I came to this city to escape.

Some nights, we were a city of two.

The city was alive, and so was he...

A city full of art is a city full of wit!

that great condenser of moral chaos, The City.

Poor people do not go on holiday; they go home.

We'll start to forget a place once we left it

It looks like the whole city is made out of stars.

Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.

Like most cities, London could be a lonely place...

A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges.

Berlin's getting dark before it's getting late.

Well-lit streets discourage sin, but don't overdo it.

It was a rule of London life that anybody could be anybody

For a city to be beautiful, it must have a mysterious air!