The only thing wrong with immortality is that it tends to go on forever.

Martinis are like breasts, one isn't enough, and three is too many.

Old San Francisco - the one so many nostalgics yearn for - had buildings that related well to each other.

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.

It is better to have loved and lost, but only if you have a good attorney.

The precise location of heaven on earth has never been established but it may very well be right here

San Franciscans have a bond of self-satisfaction bordering on smugness.