If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
In the absences of a decent time machine, fiction remains the most sturdy vehicle for visiting other eras.
When your work speaks for itself, don't interrupt.
In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.
To avoid situations in which you might make mistakes may be the biggest mistake of all.
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.