Soho Quotes

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more. (Melissa de la Cruz)
I don't like the idea that one hotel could be better than another. In any city, I try to find a hotel that has the identity of that place - Claridge's in London, the Danieli or Cipriani in Venice. In New York, I stay at the Mercer Hotel; it is so much in the character of SoHo.
Jean Nouvel
‘So she was Greek, was she?' said Sir Benjamin. ‘Well, well. I suppose the new vice laws are driving some of them out of Soho. Driving them down here,' he said, as though a whole new world were opening up. ‘Well.'
Anthony Burgess
Edwin, so much himself a sham, felt a sort of kinship with the sham pleasures of Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street as they travelled painfully towards Soho.
Anthony Burgess
New York City's very pretty in the night-time But oh, don't you miss Soho?
Pete Doherty
Well, I'll tell you a story but you won't listen It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition It's the story of a coked-up pansy Who spends his nights in flights of fancy Met two fellas over gin and mixers They talked for a while, he soon got the picture One was a souped up Soho mincer And the other was a pikey with a knowledge of scripture.
Pete Doherty
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand, Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain. He was looking for a place called Le Ho Fooks. Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein.
Warren Zevon
I'd very much like to wake up one morning with a cow of the Friesian variety and walk her down to Soho to the Coach and Horses, stopping on the way to buy twenty Players, ply her with vodkas until closing time, whip her off to an Indian restaurant, take her up to the Colony Room till 5.30 and then to the Yorkminster, Swiss Tavern, Three Greyhounds, get beaten up by Chinese waiters at midnight, have a row with the taxi driver, set the bed on fire, put it out with tears and then wake up on the floor. Could you then milk said cow? I doubt it.
Jeffrey Bernard
My working hours are not that conventional. I often get up about two in the morning and do a painting, and then I'll have a bath, and then I often feel very hungry around 4am, so I'll go into Soho and have a meal somewhere like Balans. That's what I love about living here - there's always life around me.
Stella Vine
The poverty from which I have suffered could be diagnosed as "Soho" poverty. It comes from having the airs and graces of a genius and no talent.
Quentin Crisp
Soho is a gritty former mercantile area that has, of course, evolved into the most bourgeois neighborhood in New York. (Andre Balazs)
Every day you run into artists on the streets in SoHo or other creative people you want to do something with. There's nothing to match that chance encounter.
Jeffrey Deitch
For me, growing up in Harlem and then migrating down to SoHo and the Lower East Side and chillin' down there and making that my stomping ground... That was a big thing, because I'm from Harlem, and downtown is more artsy and also more open-minded. So I got the best of both worlds.
ASAP Rocky
I used to go to Saks, I would go to Bergdorf, I would go to Barneys, I would go to thrift stores in SoHo.
ASAP Rocky
Jem" I have an assignmation in Soho this evening with a certain attractive someone. Tessa: Goodness. If you keep seeing Six-Fingered Nigel like this, he'll expect you to declare your intentions. Jem choked on his tea.
Cassandra Clare
Art is reimbued with its genuine power and profundity in the architectural realm. Its real power lies in the cathedral, the shopping center, the hospital. Not in the studios of Soho and Chelsea or the galleries of Madison Avenue or Bond Street.
Brian Clarke
... as last night I lay in bed, There came before my eyes that wonted thread Of shapes, and shadows, and remembrances, That every other minute vex and please: Things all disjointed come from north and south, - Two witch's eyes above a cherub's mouth, Voltaire with casque and shield and habergeon, And Alexander with his nightcap on; Old Socrates a-tying his cravat, And Hazlitt playing with Miss Edgeworth's cat; And Junius Brutus, pretty well so-so, Making the best of's way towards Soho. Few are there who escape these visitings- Perhaps one or two whose lives have patent wings, And through whose curtains peeps no hellish nose, No wild-boar tushes, and no mermaid's toes; But flowers bursting out with lusty pride, And young Æolian harps personified; Some Titian colours touch'd into real life, - The sacrifice goes on;..
John Keats