#francisco

San Francisco has just blown us all away. I also understand Angels in America didn't do well there. ↗

— Chita Rivera

#america #angels #away #blown #francisco

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#city #francisco #inhabited #insane #insane people

The cool parts - the parts that have won Dubai its reputation as 'the Vegas of the Middle East' or 'the Venice of the Middle East' or 'the Disney World of the Middle East, if Disney World were the size of San Francisco and out in a desert' - have been built in the last ten years. ↗

— George Saunders

#built #cool #desert #disney #dubai

The first year I started in San Francisco, there was an American work on every program and there's been a lot of music by living composers and gradually that was part of the process of getting the audience really to trust me. ↗

— Michael Tilson Thomas

#audience #been #composers #every #first

I grew up in northern California in a town called Fairfield, which is kind of exactly between San Francisco and Sacramento, a small suburb. And I'm the youngest of five children. ↗

— Tracy K. Smith

#california #called #children #exactly #five

What about San Francisco?" "What about it?" "Did you like it?" She shrugged. "It was O.K." "Just O.K.?" She laughed. "Good God!" "What?" "You're all alike here." "How so?" he asked. "You demand adoration for the place. You're not happy until everybody swears undying love for every nook and cranny of every precious damn --" "Whoa, missy." "Well, it's true. Can't you just worship it on your own? Do I have to sign an affadavit?" He chuckled. "We're that bad, are we?" "You bet your ass you are. ↗

— Armistead Maupin

#love

Besides,love is only a feeling. ↗

— Christina Westover

#literary-quote #love #mainstream-fiction #poisoning-sylvie #psychology

After the Second World War, San Francisco was the main point of re-entry for sailors returning from the Pacific. Out at sea, many of these sailors had picked up amatory habits that were frowned upon back on dry land. So these sailors stayed in San Francisco . . . ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#san-francisco #united-states-navy #world-war-ii #world-war-ii

I didn't really start writing music or lyrics or turning them into songs until I went to San Francisco. ↗

— Jello Biafra

#i #into #lyrics #music #really

Belize: Hell or heaven? [Roy indicates "Heaven" through a glance] Belize: Like San Francisco. Roy Cohn: A city. Good. I was worried... it'd be a garden. I hate that shit. Belize: Mmmm. Big city. Overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a gray high sky full of ravens. Roy Cohn: Isaiah. Belize: Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths. Roy Cohn: And a dragon atop a golden horde. Belize: And everyone in Balencia gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome. And you ain't there. Roy Cohn: And Heaven? Belize: That was Heaven, Roy. ↗

— Tony Kushner

#drama #heaven #san-francisco #music