“The city’s a heart, I said, and in that a heart and a city were sutured into a third thing, a heartish city, and cities are heart-stained, and hearts are city-stained too.”
“Big cities can have big hearts.”
“This is a city of shifting light, of changing skies, of sudden vistas. A city so beautiful it breaks the heart again and again.”
“It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?”
“She added, "Washington is the city of the soft heads and the chicken hearts.”
“The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).”