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.

New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.

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

The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around.

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

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

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