Las Vegas suggests that the thirst for places, for cities and gardens and wilderness, is unslaked, that people will still seek out the experience of wandering about in the open air to examine the architecture, the spectacles, and the stuff for sale, will still hanker after surprises and strangers. That the city as a whole is one of the most pedestrian-unfriendly places in the world suggests something of the problems to be faced, but that its attraction is a pedestrian oasis suggests the possibility of recovering the spaces in which walking is viable.
Rebecca SolnitMots clés walking las-vegas page-286
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Las Vegas:
It was not cafe society, it was Nescafe society.
Mots clés las-vegas
The view from the window, particularly if you enjoy neon, is extraordinary.
Chris BachelderMots clés las-vegas
My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing into my neck and the sweet bliss that followed...
He looked exactly the same too, with that chalky white pallor and red-ringed eyes that so conflicted with the soft, chin-length brown hair and otherwise gorgeous lines of his face. He even had a leather duster on.
Bravery isn't when you go looking for trouble; bravery is when trouble comes looking for you.
P.I. BarringtonMots clés futuristic las-vegas cult romantic-suspense serial-killers crime-thriller future-imperfect-trilogy
Bosch had never liked Las Vegas, though he came often on cases. It shared a kinship with Los Angeles; both were places desperate people ran to. Often, when they ran from Los Angeles, they came here. It was the only place left.
Michael ConnellyMots clés despair escape los-angeles desperation las-vegas nevada
The Strip was still lit by a million neon lights, though the crowds on the sidewalk had greatly decreased by this hour. Still, Bosch was awed by the spectacle of light. In every imaginable color and configuration, it was a megawatt funnel of enticement to greed that burned twenty-four hours a day. Bosch felt the same attraction that all the other grinders felt tug at them. Las Vegas was like one of the hookers on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. Even happily married men at least glanced their way, if only for a second, just to get an idea what was out there, maybe give them something to think about. Las Vegas was like that. There was a visceral attraction here. The bold promise of money and sex. But the first was a broken promise, a mirage, and the second was fraught with danger, expense, physical and mental risk. It was where the real gambling took place in this town.
Michael ConnellyMots clés sex greed las-vegas nevada gambling
Packy watched her walk away, her perfect heart-shaped rear end testing the confines of her tight black dress. There was a God. Packy was now certain of it. How else could such heart-stopping beauty be accounted for? Such a thing could not be the product of a random universe. A flower, maybe. A rainbow, perhaps. But not Venus Versailles.
Quentin R. BufogleMots clés wish-you-were-here las-vegas flamingo bugsy-siegel venus-versailles
Todavía podéis bajaros del mundo. Podéis ser autosuficientes, cultivar vuestra propia comida, construir vuestra propia casa, hacer vuestro propio jabón, pan, ropa, riqueza. Podéis dejaros de pajas mentales y de teles de plasma que os tratan como si ya no os funcionara el cerebro, de interminables torres de oficinas en los que os jodéis la vida reordenando abstracciones ajenas, de terrorismos terroríficos que no hacen ni la mitad de muertos al año que vuestras queridas carreteras, de atentados supuestamente perpetrados unos personajes sobre los que no entendéis nada. Podéis rechazar un mundo que pasa sus días pidiendo prestado para consumir recursos con los que producir toda esa estúpida basura. Mascotas electrónicas. Interiorismo impersonal. Sexo virtual. Cheques regalo. Realities irreales. Comida con la que enfermar.
Emilio BuesoMots clés crisis las-vegas asco mierda sistema
Las Vegas se moque de tout. Chaque réalité, elle la tourne en dérision. Sans se soucier de l’histoire, elle broie tout évènement humain dans un chyme électrochimique et parodique qui le naisse absolument rien intact. Ce faisant, elle révèle la scène primitive de la société : l’impossibilité de croire en la vérité de l’autre. Elle fait d’autrui un parfait inconnu, puisque tout ce qui signale sa présence, la culture et la civilisation, est ici proprement ridiculisé. p12
Bruce BégoutMots clés ridicule las-vegas autrui dérision
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