Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.

Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.

The only “ism” Hollywood believes in is plagiarism.

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.

Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.

And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.