Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!

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One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Buker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.

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I have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed.

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Arturo Bandini: -What does happiness mean to you Camilla? Camilla: -That you can fall in love with whoever you want to, and not feel ashamed of it.

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For your information, a good novel can change the world. Keep that in mind before you attempt to sit down at a typewriter. Never waste time on something you don't believe in yourself.

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If there is work there is warmth, that when a man has freedom of movement it is enough, for then his blood is hot too

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You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.

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Sick in my soul I tried to face the ordeal of seeking forgiveness. From whom? What God, what Christ? They were myths I once believed and now they were beliefs I felt were myths.

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Well, this is good for me, this is experience, I am here for a reason, these moments run into pages, the seamy side of life.

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I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living

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