A city is not gauged by its length and width, but by the broadness of its vision and the height of its dreams.

A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.

We (San Francisco) have football weather during baseball season, and baseball weather during football season.

The clock doesn't matter in baseball. Time stands still or moves backwards. Theoretically, one game could go on forever. Some seem to.

God! I loove this city!

A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew.

One day if I do go to heaven...I'll look around and say, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.