#angeles

I had some difficult times when I first moved to Los Angeles when people would tell me I was saying things wrong. I felt different although my mum kept reminding me it was OK to be different. ↗

— Lily Collins

#angeles #be different #different #difficult #difficult times

Reggie Jackson hit one off me that's still burrowing its way to Los Angeles. ↗

— Dan Quisenberry

#hit #jackson #los #los angeles #me

It was like there's got to be some way to stay working and stay productive in Los Angeles. TV is that kind of thing for an actor. Unless you get stuck in one of these shows where you have to go to Vancouver. ↗

— Ethan Suplee

#angeles #get #go #got #kind

I did a play called Throne of Straw when I was 11, at the Odyssey Theatre in Los Angeles. It became really clear to me at that point that I enjoyed acting more than any other experience I was having. ↗

— Kiefer Sutherland

#angeles #any #became #called #clear

I'll be going to the granddaddy of the Los Angeles theaters. ↗

— Michael Ritchie

#going #granddaddy #i #los #los angeles

Marriages that last are with people who do not live in Los Angeles. ↗

— Farrah Fawcett

#last #live #los #los angeles #marriages

I do actually like Los Angeles. Partly because I was told I wouldn't. ↗

— Hugh Laurie

#angeles #because #i #i do #like

I don't have any regrets. When I quit college and moved to Los Angeles to become an actress, it was so that I would not look back and have any regrets. ↗

— Amy Weber

#angeles #any #back #become #college

Even though I grew up two hours south, I had rarely ventured to Los Angeles. I soon learned that my dad wasn't totally off base when he said, "Los Angeles is like San Diego's older, uglier sister that has herpes." . . . "Remember. Family," he said. "Also, how do I get back to I-5? I hate this fucking city. ↗

— Justin Halpern

#family

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