A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.
New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.
Martinis are like breasts, one isn't enough, and three is too many.
Americans are pragmatic, relatively uncomplicated, hearty and given to broad humor.
San Franciscans have a bond of self-satisfaction bordering on smugness.
We are reorganizing in order to eliminate duplication and redundancy.