In California, everyone goes to a therapist, is a therapist, or is a therapist going to a therapist.
California Quotes
California is a tragic country – like Palestine, like every Promised Land.
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 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.
