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A city is where you can sign a petition, boo the chief justice, fish off a pier, gaze at a hippopotamus, buy a flower at the corner, or get a good hamburger or a bad girl at 4 A.M. A city is where sirens make white streaks of sound in the sky and foghorns speak in dark grays. San Francisco is such a city. — Herb Caen

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

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

Caen's San Francisco may not be the city we remember, but it is the city we want to remember. — Willie Brown

One day if I do go to heaven ... I'll look around and say, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco. — Herb Caen

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

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

When I took my shirt off against Caen, everybody asked what these new tattoos were. I had 15 removable tattoos on my body; they are the names of real people who are suffering from hunger in the world. — Zlatan Ibrahimovic

All American cars are basically Chevrolets. — Herb Caen

When a place advertises itself as 'World Famous,' you may be sure it isn't. — Herb Caen

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

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

I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met. — Herb Caen

A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew. — Herb Caen

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

God! I loove this city! — Herb Caen

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. — Herb Caen

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. — Herb Caen

I sometimes worry about my short attention span, but not for long ... — Herb Caen

I left Caen, where I was living, to go on a geological excursion under the auspices of the School of Mines. The incidents of the travel made me forget my mathematical work. Having reached Coutances, we entered an omnibus to go to some place or other. At the moment when I put my foot on the step, the idea came to me, without anything in my former thoughts seeming to have paved the way for it, that the transformations I had used to define the Fuchsian functions were identical with those of non-Euclidean geometry. I did not verify the idea; I should not have had time, as upon taking my seat in the omnibus, I went on with a conversation already commenced, but I felt a perfect certainty. On my return to Caen, for convenience sake, I verified the result at my leisure. — Henri Poincare

The only way to fight a thing like 50 is to stay au courant if it kills you. — Herb Caen

The waterfront without the Ferry Tower would be like a birthday cake without a candle. — Herb Caen

There are more of them than us. — Herb Caen

There are a thousand viewpoints in the viewtiful city. — Herb Caen

You cover Q-tips with sandpaper and ram them up your nostrils
as far as they will go. Then you sniff talcum powder while shredding
hundred dollar bills. — Herb Caen

She had graduated from the Beaux Arts in Caen. She worked entirely on her body, she explained to me; I looked at her anxiously as she opened her portfolio. I was hoping she wasn't going to show me photos of plastic surgery on her toes or anything like that - I'd had it up to here with things like that. But no, she simply handed me some postcards which she had had made, with the imprint of her pussy dipped in different coloured paints. I chose a turquoise and a mauve; I was a little sorry I hadn't brought photos of my prick to return the favour. — Michel Houellebecq

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. — Herb Caen

Martinis are like breasts, one isn't enough, and three is too many — Herb Caen

Frisco" - a violation of local custom that, as Herb Caen had impatiently explained for many years, was committed only by clueless rubes. — David Talbot

HERB CAEN WAS born in Sacramento, California, a town that combined all the glamour of a farm fair with the dazzle of a state franchise board hearing. — David Talbot

San Francisco isn't what it used to be, and it never was. — Herb Caen

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

A city is a state - of mind, of taste, of opportunity. A city is a marketplace - where ideas are traded, opinions clash and eternal conflict may produce eternal truths. — Herb Caen

The clock doesn't matter in baseball. Time stands still or moves backwards. Theoretically, one game could go on forever. Some seem to. — Herb Caen

The British bombing of Caen beginning on D-Day in particular was stupid, counter-productive and above all very close to a war crime. — Antony Beevor

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

All he wanted was enough time to consider all his options without being dragged into his household's petty squabbles or being nagged by his wife about that damnable pilgrimage. Was that so much to ask?
Apparently so, for he'd yet to find a peaceful moment at Caen, not with Marguerite sulking and Aimar lurking and Will acting put-upon and Geoff wanting to lay plans and Richard strutting around as if he were the incarnation of Roland and poor Tilda grieving over Maman's absence and his father refusing to heed any voice but his own. — Sharon Kay Penman

Logic is no answer to passion. — Herb Caen