I feel like my life experience is that of an outsider. Let me explain: my parents are from Panama, and they moved to the United States the year after I was born. They moved into an all-white neighborhood, where the previous black family had a cross burned on their lawn.

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

I grew up in one of the most socially conservative neighborhoods in Ohio, and my parents were traditional Catholics. But in her old age, my mother got her home health care from a guy who was gay, who was wonderful to her. Before she died, she rode a float in the Cincinnati Gay Pride Parade.

I sometimes have birthday parties for the kids in my neighborhood and then pretend to suggest that I am going to molest them to the parents. It’s a hilarious prank even though I am not a paedophile

I won’t live in a mostly Mexican neighborhood. I’m sorry I just won’t do it

We are mandating forces to hold regular neighborhood beat meetings. These meetings will give local people the chance to scrutinize the work of their local police.

I don’t know what it was, maybe the movie theaters in my immediate surrounding neighborhood in Burbank, but I never saw what would be considered A movies.

Different languages, different food, different customs. That’s our neighborhood: wild and tangled and colorful. Like the best kind of garden.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor:     “Winter is dead.

Beggars, especially noble beggars, should never show themselves in the street; they should ask for alms through the newspapers. It’s still possible to love one’s neighbor abstractly, and even occasionally from a distance, but hardly ever up close.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. I put my hand in some cement and felt another hand.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. I put my hand in some cement and felt another hand.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. Why, every time I shut the window I hurt somebody’s fingers.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. Once a guy pulled a knife on me. I knew he wasn’t a professional, the knife had butter on it.

My neighbours think I’m crazy But they don’t understand You’re all I had

Do not waste time bothering whether you ‘love’ your neighbor; act as if you did. As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets. When you are behaving as if you loved someone, you will presently come to love him

I can’t wait to join you in the joy of welcoming neighbours back into neighbourhoods, and small businesses up and running, and cutting those ribbons that somebody is creating new jobs.

You know, growing up in the hood, you see things. You learn things. And you can either let it swallow you up, or you can rise above it.

Nothing wrong with being from the hood, but I’d rather my kids be visitors than residents.

Either they don’t know, don’t show, or don’t care about what’s going on in the hood.