LOS ANGELES QUOTES
quotations about Los Angeles
Hollywood's two polar types are the cynically drunken writer aggressively nursing a ten-year-old reputation and the theatrically self-conscious hermit who strides the boulevard in sandals, home-made shorts and a prophetic beard, muttering against the Age of the Machines.
CHRISTOPHER ISHERWOOD
"Los Angeles", Horizon
New York is one of the capitals of the world and Los Angeles is a constellation of plastic.
NORMAN MAILER
Miami and the Siege of Chicago
Los Angeles is a large city-like area surrounding the Beverly Hills Hotel.
FRAN LEBOWITZ
attributed, 1001 Greatest Things Ever Said about California
Los Angeles is not Mexico City, but we have many fine nightclubs and restaurants here. It is enough. One must not aim too high.
RY COODER
Los Angeles Stories
The Twentieth Century is made in Los Angeles.
The stars amass and suffer its novelties.
DAVID ROWBOTHAM
"Made in Los Angeles", Poems for America
The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.
RICK RIORDAN
The Lightning Thief
Of all the Christbitten places in the two hemispheres, [Los Angeles] is the last curly kink in the pig's tail.
STEPHEN VINCENT BENET
attributed, Halliwell's Filmgoer's Companion
The final story, the final chapter of western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.
PHIL OCHS
attributed, 1001 Greatest Things Ever Said about California
Los Angeles: where dreams go to make movies about themselves dying.
LIZ FELDMAN
Los Angeles Magazine, Jun. 2005
I was street-smart -- but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.
CARRIE FISHER
attributed, 1001 Greatest Things Ever Said about California
Los Angeles is one of those places where somebodies become nobodies and nobodies become somebody.
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
The Independent, Jun. 24, 2012
Los Angeles had no culture of its own, just a large collection of misreadings of the artistic histories of other, proper cities.
WARREN ELLIS
Dead Pig Collector
Los Angeles is just New York lying down.
QUENTIN CRISP
attributed, 1001 Greatest Things Ever Said about California
I would scarcely know how to "show" Los Angeles to a visitor. Perhaps the best plan would be to drive quite aimlessly, this way and that, following the wide streets of little stucco houses, gorgeous with flowering trees and bushes -- jacaranda, oleander, mimosa, and eucalyptus -- beneath a technicolor sky. The houses are ranged along communal lawns, unfenced, staring into each other's bedroom windows, without even a pretence of privacy. Such are the homes of the most inquisitive nation in the world; a nation which demands, as its unquestioned right, the minutest details of the lives of its movie stars, politicians and other public men. There is nothing furtive or unfriendly about this American curiosity, but it can sometimes be merciless.
CHRISTOPHER ISHERWOOD
"Los Angeles", Horizon, Oct. 1947
Tilt this country on end and everything loose will slide into Los Angeles.
WILL ROGERS
The Washington Post, May 17, 1964
In the eternal lazy morning of the Pacific, days slip away into months, months into years; the seasons are reduced to the faintest nuance by the great central fact of the sunshine; one might pass a lifetime, it seems, between two yawns, lying bronzed and naked in the sand.
CHRISTOPHER ISHERWOOD
"Los Angeles", Horizon, Oct. 1947
I do love America. And LA is a very short commute to America. Its like half an hour on the plane.
CRAIG FERGUSON
The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson
Los Angeles is a planetary city making perishable toys from realities.
DAVID ROWBOTHAM
"Made in Los Angeles", Poems for America
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
ANDY WARHOL
attributed, The Mammoth Book of Zingers, Quips, and One-Liners
The landscape, like Los Angeles itself, is transitional. Impermanence haunts the city, with its mushroom industries--the aircraft perpetually becoming obsolete, the oil which must one day be exhausted, the movies which fill America's theatres for six months and are forgotten. Many of its houses--especially the grander ones--have a curiously disturbing atmosphere, a kind of psychological dankness which smells of anxiety, overdrafts, uneasy lust, whisky, divorce and lies.
CHRISTOPHER ISHERWOOD
"Los Angeles", Horizon, Oct. 1947