Town Quotes

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Wallace Stegner
“Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable.”
Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

W.B. Yeats
“In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; for you will meet no one who can share it. We listen to eloquent speaking, read books and write them, settle all the affairs of the universe. The dumb village multitudes pass on unchanging; the feel of the spade in the hand is no different for all our talk: good seasons and bad follow each other as of old. The dumb multitudes are no more concerned with us than is the old horse peering through the rusty gate of the village pound. The ancient map-makers wrote across unexplored regions, 'Here are lions.' Across the villages of fishermen and turners of the earth, so different are these from us, we can write but one line that is certain, 'Here are ghosts.' ("Village Ghosts")”
W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore

Oswald Spengler
“Long ago the country bore the country-town and nourished it with her best blood. Now the giant city sucks the country dry, insatiably and incessantly demanding and devouring fresh streams of men, till it wearies and dies in the midst of an almost uninhabited waste of country.”
Oswald Spengler, The Decline of the West

Lisa Ann Sandell
“Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.”
Lisa Ann Sandell, A Map of the Known World

Charlotte Eriksson
“Nothing much bothered you for a while and you kept walking like a silhouette through this town, saying hi’s and goodbyes, acting polite at all times. But there is no fire in your heart; you are not very concerned.”
Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

Kamand Kojouri
“Believe me when I say:
'Out of all those around,
she’s the best locksmith in town.'
Her stethoscope ears
know when the dials of your heart
click into place.
She’s been cutting keys for years.
You don’t stand a chance
with that flimsy case.
Alas, no matter how
you lock your heart—
bolt, fixture, and
she’s got nimble fingers
that pick locks for
Padlocks and deadbolts
are all in vain.
Why do you even bother
with that chain?
She’s way too smart.
Along with ours, she’ll have
your heart.
And you will see
that the best locksmith in town
is she.”
Kamand Kojouri

Karen M. McManus
“Welcome to life in a small town. You’re only as good as the best thing your family’s done. Or the worst.”
Karen M. McManus, Two Can Keep a Secret

“I risk a grin at the thought. Because there's a part of me that likes that idea. Get out of town and never look back.”
Daisy Whitney, When You Were Here

Ljupka Cvetanova
“Pandora opened the box with the new high-heels, put them on and went out to town.”
Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

Lewis Carroll
“The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown:
The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown:
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.”
Lewis Caroll, Alice au pays des merveilles

Edward M. Wolfe
“Most folks don't have but a few days to a week's worth of food in their houses at any given time. When they run out, they'll have to forage. Only the fools will forage in town. The smart ones will look on the outskirts.”
Edward M. Wolfe, Hell on Ice

Daniel Wallace
“You're a good man," Fang said. "You're the last good man in this whole town. All the good that could be squeezed out of this forsaken place was used to make you. That's why you're so small, my friend: there just wasn't that much left." Fang laughed. "and that's why you can see us, you know, and nobody else can. You see everybody, even that lumberjack.”
Daniel Wallace, The Kings and Queens of Roam

Anton Chekhov
“And you know once a man has fished, or watched the thrushes hovering in flocks over the village in the bright, cool, autumn days, he can never really be a townsman, and to the day of his death he will be drawn to the country.”
Anton Chekhov, The Complete Short Novels

Carol Matas
“Will you be all right?" she asked

How could I be?

Would you be all right, I felt like screaming, if you'd just watched your family taken away, watched your entire town taken away, to be murdered. I'll never be alright.”
Carol Matas, Greater Than Angels

Sherman Alexie
“But despite the fact that Reardan is a tiny town, people can still be strangers to each other.”
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Stephen King
“The town knew about darkness.
It knew about the darkness that comes on the land when rotation hides the land from the sun, and about the darkness of the human soul. The town is an accumulation of three parts which, in sum, are greater than the sections. The town is the people who live there, the buildings which they have erected to den or do business in, and it is the land. The people are Scotch-English and French. There are others, of course - a smattering, like a fistful of pepper thrown in a pot of salt, but not many. This melting point never melted very much. The buildings are nearly all constructed of honest wood. Many of the older houses are saltboxes and most of the stores are false-fronted, although no one could have said why. The people know there is nothing behind those false facades just as most of them know that Loretta Starcher wears falsies. The land is granite-bodied and covered with a thin, easily ruptured skin of topsoil. Farming it is a thankless, sweaty, miserable, crazy business. The harrow turns up great chunks of the granite underlayer and breaks on them. In May you take out your truck as soon as the ground is dry enough to support it, and you and your boys fill it up with rocks perhaps a dozen times before harrowing and dump them in the great weed-choked pile where you have dumped them since 1955, when you first took this tiger by the balls. And when you have picked them until the dirt won't come out from under your nails when you wash and your fingers feel huge and numb and oddly large-pored, you hitch your harow to your tractor and before you've broken two rows you bust one of the blades on a rock you missed. And putting on a new blade, getting your oldest boy to hold up the hitch so you can get at it, the first mosquito of the new season buzzes bloodthirstily past your ear with that eye-watering hum that always makes you think it's the sound loonies must hear before they kill all their kids or close their eyes on the interstate and put the gas pedal to the floor or tighten their toe on the trigger of the .30-.30 they just jammed into their quackers; and then your boy’s sweat-slicked fingers slip and one of the other round harrow blades scrapes skin from your arm an d looking around in that kind of despairing, heartless flicker of time, when it seems you could just give it all over and take up drinking or go down to the bank that holds your mortgage and declare bankruptcy, at that moment of hating the land the soft suck of gravity that holds you to it, you also love it and understand how it knows darkness and has always known it. The land has got you, locked up solid got you, and the house, and the woman you fell in love with when you started high school (only she was a girl then, and you didn't know for shit about girls except you got one and hung on to her and she wrote your name all over her book covers and first you broke her in and then she broke you in and then neither one of you had to worry about that anymore), and the kids have got you, the kids that were started in the creaky double bed with the splintered headboard. You and she made the kids after the darkness fell - six kids, or seven, or ten. The bank has you, and the car dealership, and the Sears store in Lewiston, and John Deere in Brunswick. But most of all the town has you because you know it the way you know the shape of your wife's breast. You know who will be hanging around Crossen’s store in the daytime because Knapp Shoe laid him off and you know who is having woman trouble even before he knows it, the way Reggie Sawyer is having it, with that phone-company kid dipping his wick in Bonnie Sawyer’s barrel; you know where the roads go and where, on Friday afternoon, you and Hank and Nolly Gardener can go and park and drink a couple of sixpacks or a couple of cases. You know how the ground lies and you know how to get through the Marshes in April without getting the tops of your boots wet. You know it all.”
Stephen King

Frank Sonnenberg
“Just because one person commits a crime doesn’t mean you should throw the whole town in jail.”
Frank Sonnenberg, Listen to Your Conscience: That's Why You Have One

Zøe Haslie
“Small town, people talk. And they have certainly been talking about you," he assured her with a wink.”
Zøe Haslie, Just For A While

Danika Stone
“The town was as barren as an empty movie set, the only movement from deer that wandered the boulevards. His eyes skimmed silent streets as he searched for the bed and breakfast. A half-grown fawn, grazing near the side of the road, lifted its head and hurried off to its mother.”
Danika Stone, The Dark Divide

Brit Bennett
“You can escape a town, but you cannot escape blood.”
Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half
tags: blood, town

Delia Owens
“There were two streets: Main ran along the oceanfront with a row of shops; the Piggly Wiggly grocery at one end, the Western Auto at the other, the diner in the middle. Mixed in there were Kress's Five and Dime, a Penney's (catalog only), Parker's Bakery, and a Buster Brown Shoe Shop. Next to the Piggly was the Dog-Gone Beer Hall, which offered roasted hot dogs, red-hot chili, and fried shrimp served in folded paper boats. No ladies or children stepped inside because it wasn't considered proper, but a take-out window had been cut out of the wall so they could order hot dogs and Nehi cola from the street.”
Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

Corinne Beenfield
“Heaven might have streets of gold, but this entire town is covered in it. Amber sunlight is everywhere, glowing off of the yellow brick buildings, reflecting from the windows, even hanging in the dust. Sunlight, apparently, smells like slightly overripe fruit, the kind perfect for the picking, that shouldn’t be left for any other day. It’s meant to be enjoyed now.”
Corinne Beenfield, Where Green Meets Blue

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Chances are that there are white people who brag about being the first to move out of a suburb that has been intruded by blacks.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Alice Hoffman
“There seemed to be handfuls of stars tossed right above the rooftops in Haddan, keeping the town still alight at midnight.”
Alice Hoffman, The River King

Deyth Banger
“U just gotta a ticket for the new town

Deyth Banger, Diary 1

Zøe Haslie
“I just hope you run this town better than you run your personal life.”
Zøe Haslie, Just For A While

“I’m from the city near an island where no one believed in me, I never gave up the fight.
Look at me now I'm on top.”
Jordan Hoechlin

Thomm Quackenbush
“The town had an idyllic quietude, a fishing village that decided that was the best way to stay for a century. The houses were wooden, the exteriors faded to a uniform gray by the salt air. They were not, however, the least bit drab. Bright plants prospered, ivies snaking over the shingles so that the houses seemed less built as grown. The sole exception to this canopy was the church. Set at the foot of a mountain, its door was a staggering red, the stained-glass of the steeple pulsing decadently. When the sun hit it, I could believe the town had fallen under a spell that tithed its color to the church. When Sunday night mass began, this window poured forth a kaleidoscopic radiance rivaling saintly visions.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot

Thomm Quackenbush
“I wanted to sit her at the bar and interrogate her as to her dreams. Did she want to get out of this town, or did she fight, cheat, and steal to get to be somewhere so unassuming?”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot

James Hauenstein
“When I lived in a small town, the whole town got together to help my family when tragedy struck our home. Now in a big city, my neighbor one block down doesn't know who I am.”
James Hauenstein

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