The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.

The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.

Even cities have their graves!

Even cities have their graves!

A rose-red city half as old as Time.

A rose-red city half as old as Time.

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
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That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.

I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.

If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.

What is the city but the people?

What is the city but the people?

I dwelt in a city enchanted,
And lonely indeed was my lot;
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I dwelt in a city enchanted,
And lonely indeed was my lot;
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Though the latitude's rather uncertain,
And the longitude also is vague,
The persons I pity who know not the City
The beautiful City of Prague.