The only way to fight a thing like 50 is to stay au courant if it kills you.
Old San Francisco – the one so many nostalgics yearn for – had buildings that related well to each other.
When a place advertises itself as ‘World Famous,’ you may be sure it isn’t.
A good column is one that sells paper. It doesn’t matter how beautifully it is written and how much you admire the author… if it doesn’t sell any papers, it’s not a good column. It’s a terrible yardstick to use, but in the newspaper business, that’s the whole thing.
Just two days in Manhattan and you find yourself looking for a place to wash your handkerchief after you wipe your forehead and it comes away black. Is there a dirtier or more fascinating city anywhere in the land? The answer to both parts of the question has to be positively negative.
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.
San Franciscans have a bond of self-satisfaction bordering on smugness.
Americans are pragmatic, relatively uncomplicated, hearty and given to broad humor.
New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.
A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.
I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there.
Logic is no answer to passion.
The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around.
Satire of satire tends to be self-canceling, and deliberate shock tactics soon lose their ability to shock, especially when they’re too deliberate.
Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.