It's A Holy City For Music.

Believe It Or Not, Perhaps I Don't Show It Much, Or Well, But I Think I Like People.

I Do Actually Like Los Angeles. Partly Because I Was Told I Wouldn't.

It Was The Sheer Variety Of The Pain That Stopped Me From Crying Out. It Came From So Many Places, Spoke So Many Languages, Wore So Many Dazzling Varieties Of Ethnic Costume, That For A Full Fifteen Seconds I Could Only Hang My Jaw In Amazement.

People Are Falling All Over Themselves To Send You Free Shoes And Free Cufflinks And Colonic Irrigations For Two. Nobody Ever Offers You A Free Acceptance Speech. There Just Seems To Be A Gap In The Market. I Would Love To Be Able To Pull Out A Speech By Dolce & Gabbana.

People Will Survive, And They Will Find Happiness. Happiness Only Comes When You're Not Looking For It.