New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.
From Herb Caen
The world of Manhattan is small and tightly knit, and the man on top retains a certain humility. He knows how far and fast he can fall by looking at the guy across the street. The view from the $250,000 apartment covers a lot of ground, most of it condemned.
Old San Francisco - the one so many nostalgics yearn for - had buildings that related well to each other.
When a place advertises itself as 'World Famous,' you may be sure it isn't.
Logic is no answer to passion.
Satire of satire tends to be self-canceling, and deliberate shock tactics soon lose their ability to shock, especially when they're too deliberate.
Americans are pragmatic, relatively uncomplicated, hearty and given to broad humor.
A city is a state - of mind, of taste, of opportunity. A city is a marketplace - where ideas are traded, opinions clash and eternal conflict may produce eternal truths.
A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.
I hope I go to Heaven, and when I do, I'm going to do what every San Franciscan does when he gets there. He looks around and says, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.'
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