Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.
My home is not a place, it is people.
I gathered we were headed over Nob Hill, and from the angle, it seemed we were taking one of the steeper routes.
Better by far you should forget and smile than you should remember and be sad.
Each body has its art...
Our lives teach us who we are.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.