#angel

The way that a handful of corporations in Los Angeles dictate how our stories are told creates a real poverty of imagination and it's a big problem. ↗

— Alex Cox

#big #big problem #corporations #creates #dictate

I'd move to Los Angeles if New Zealand and Australia were swallowed up by a tidal wave, if there was a bubonic plague in England and if the continent of Africa disappeared from some Martian attack. ↗

— Russell Crowe

#angeles #attack #australia #bubonic #continent

I been all around the world and I haven't found a city that I'd rather be from or rather come back to than Los Angeles. ↗

— Ice Cube

#around #back #been #city #come

Fortunately, I was still living in Los Angeles at the time. So I went out to World Gym and got a membership. ↗

— Warren Cuccurullo

#fortunately #got #gym #i #living

I kept saying that I'd never live in L.A., and I didn't think I would. But that's where the work is, and I ended up making a lot of friends there, and my old friends moved out to Los Angeles too. And also, I think when you're famous, its hard to live in a small town. ↗

— John Cusack

#angeles #ended #famous #friends #hard

We have a project with Unocal here in Los Angeles, where we as an environmental organization, the oil company, and the state all get together to promote the recycling of used motor oil. ↗

— Ted Danson

#company #environmental #get #get together #here

Audrey had an angelic quality about her. She didn't act like she was better than everyone, she just had a presence, an energy, a sort of light coming from within her that was overwhelming. ↗

— Kevyn Aucoin

#audrey-hepburn #beauty #light #beauty

I saw a story in the Los Angeles Times that 40 percent of the viewers are men. It didn't really surprise me. ↗

— James Denton

#i #los #los angeles #me #men

Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel ↗

— Martina McBride

#dreams

She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants. And then there was Camille. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #jem-carstairs #magnus-bane #tessa-gray #will-herondale