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

Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.

Baffling late-life discovery: Golfers wear those awful clothes on purpose.

Satire of satire tends to be self-canceling, and deliberate shock tactics soon lose their ability to shock, especially when they're too deliberate.

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

God! I loove this city!

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