Herb Caen

thumb|Herb Caen Herbert Eugene Caen (April 3, 1916 – February 1, 1997) was a Pulitzer Prize-winning newspaper columnist working in San Francisco. Quotes Isn't it nice that people who prefer Los Angeles to San Francisco live there? Winokur, Jon. The Portable Curmudgeon, p. 174. Plume, 1992. 0452266688 The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around. Dell, Diana. Memorable Quotations: Humorists, Wits, and Satirists of the Past, p. 54. iUniverse, 2000. 0595165958 If I do go to heaven, I'm going to do what every San Franciscan does who goes to heaven. He looks around and says, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.' USA Today, February 16, 2001. "Words from the heart', page D4 Martinis are like breasts, one isn't enough, and three is too many. Cockburn, Alexander. "Breasts, Martinis and Hitchens". Counterpunch.org, May 6, 2003. The only thing wrong with immortality is that it tends to go on forever, but what's wrong with that, really? Caen, Herb. Herb Caen's San Francisco, 1976-1991, page 159. Chronicle Books, 1992. ISBN Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything. Byrne, Robert. The 2,548 Wittiest Things Anybody Ever Said, page 372. Simon and Schuster, 2012. 145164891X I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there. Byrne, Robert. The 2,548 Wittiest Things Anybody Ever Said, page 599. Simon and Schuster, 2012. 145164891X A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew. Editors of the Reader's Digest. Quotable Quotes, page 144. Penguin, 1997 1606525956 Parking is such street sorrow. Byrne, Robert. The 2,548 Wittiest Things Anybody Ever Said, page 554. Simon and Schuster, 2012. 145164891X 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. Caen, Herb. "A city is like San Francisco, not a faceless 'burb" S.F. Gate, 2010. Quotes about On Monday, the Chronicle ran a long piece on Herb Caen, by Herb Caen. My first reaction was, "My God, he's dead." After all, the last Caen piece to run that long and that far away from the Macy's ad was his exquisite obituary for Benny Goodman — social and personal history that read like being gathered around the radio. And it would make sense to assign Caen to his own obituary, as he is the reigning master of the art and known to meet his deadline no matter what the obstacle. These are inappropriately morbid thoughts on the occasion of Caen's 50th anniversary of writing daily columns. It's a joyous occasion because it means this unnervingly youthful 70-year-old genius has only about 50 more years of columns to do before the Chronicle is on its feet again. Then, maybe, they'll give him a vacation without making him write about it. I hope the Royal holds up. Morse, Rob. "No Comparison," The San Francisco Examiner (June 25,1986), p. 35 External links Category:Journalists from California Category:Pulitzer Prize winners Category:1997 deaths Category:Jews from the United States Category:Columnists from the United States