California: bordering always on the Pacific and sometimes on the ridiculous. So, why do I live here? Because the sun goes down a block from my house.
California Quotes
California reminds me of the popular American Protestant concept of Heaven: there is always a reasonable flow of new arrivals; one meets many – not all – of one’s friends; people spend a good deal of their time congratulating one another about the fact that they are there; discontent would be unthinkable; and the newcomer […]
We have two kinds of air: regular and chunky style.
San Francisco is a mad city – inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of remarkable beauty.
Whatever starts in California unfortunately has a tendency to spread.
The cable-cars have for all practical purposes made San Francisco a dead level. They take no count of rise or fall, but slide equably on their appointed courses from one end to the other of a six-mile street. They turn corners almost at right angles; cross other lines and, for aught I know, may run […]
There is always something so delightfully real about what is phony here. And something so phony about what is real. A sort of disreputable senility.
Los Angeles is a large city-like area surrounding the Beverly Hills Hotel.
Los Angeles makes the rest of California seem authentic.
The chief products of Los Angeles are novelizations, salad, game show hosts, points, muscle tone, mini-series, and rewrites. They export all of these items with the twin exceptions of muscle tone and points, neither of which seem to travel well.
