#angeles

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#deception #los-angeles #make-believe #smog #southern-california

There's no need to travel further. The Los Angeles area is big enough for us. ↗

— Marvin Davis

#area #big #big enough #enough #further

The bag was a hybrid I had picked up at a store called Suitcase City while I was plotting my comeback. [...] It had a logo on it -- a mountain ridgeline with the words "Suitcase City" printed across it like the Hollywood sign. Above it, skylights swept the horizon, completing the dream image of desire and hope. I think that logo was the real reason I liked the bag. Because I knew Suitcase City wasn't a store. It was a place. It was Los Angeles. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#los-angeles #restlessness #southern-california #transience #dreams

When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it and listened to the groundswell of traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and looked at the glare of the big angry city hanging over the shoulder of the hills through which the boulevard had been cut. Far off the banshee wail of police or fire sirens rose and fell, never for very long completely silent. Twenty four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him. Out there in the night of a thousand crimes, people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped, and murdered. People were hungry, sick; bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends on where you sit and what your own private score is. I didn't have one. I didn't care. I finished the drink and went to bed. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#disillusionment #los-angeles #southern-california #home

I attended college in Los Angeles and wore black pumps to work every day. ↗

— Ree Drummond

#attended #black #college #day #every

what's right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it. ↗

— Bret Easton Ellis

#los-angeles #wisdom #youth #life

I do love America. And LA is a very short commute to America its like half an hour on the plane. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#america #los-angeles #love

People could say a lot of negative things about the apocalypse, but there was no arguing the air quality in Los Angeles had really improved. ↗

— Peter Clines

#apocalypse #los-angeles #smog #superheroes #zombies

I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#life

It is like sitting in a traffic jam on the San Diego Freeway with your windows rolled up and Portuguese music booming out of the surround-sound speakers while animals gnaw on your neck and diseased bill collectors hammer on your doors with golf clubs. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#music