London is a labyrinth, half of stone and half of flesh.

Peter Ackroyd (b.1949), London: The Biography

London is a hell, where the Moloch of globalization is worshipped through the nightshifts.

Yosefa Loshitzky (b.1952), Screening Strangers: Migration and Diaspora in European Cinema

But hail thou giant City of the world, / Thou that dost scorn a canopy of clouds, / And in the dimness of eternal smoke, / For ever rising like an ocean-stream, / Dost mantle thine immensity – how vast / And wide thy wonderful array of domes, / In dusky masses staring at the skies!

Robert Montgomery (1807–1855), London, Religion and Poetry: Being Selections Spiritual and Moral

The City seems so much more in earnest: its business, its rush, its roar are such serious things, sights and sounds. The City is getting its living – the West-End but enjoying its pleasure.

Charlotte Brontë (1815-18560) Vilette, 1853

I do hate the City of London! It is the only thing whichever comes between us.

Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1900), A Duet with an Occasional Chorus, 1899