Hollywood, we decided, was a nice place to die, but we wouldn't want to live there.
She should get a divorce and settle down.
The California cemeteries make dying sound so attractive it's a real effort to keep breathing.
Then there was the time in Hollywood when I sat down in a breakaway chair and it collapsed on me. I was nearly knocked out and might have been even more seriously hurt but my fall was broken by the smog.
It's almost impossible to dislike me, because I do nothing.
... Variety and the Hollywood Reporter, two publications read more faithfully in Hollywood than the Koran is in Mecca.