“Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow,
melts in your hand and there you are. I can't talk about Hollywood.
It was a horror to me when I was there and it's a horror to look back on.
I can't imagine how I did it. When I got away from it I couldn't even
refer to the place by name. ‘Out there,' I called it.
You want to know what ‘out there' means to me?
Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw
a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was
a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm
a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist,
and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.”
– Dorothy Parker
in an interview published in the Paris Review, 1956

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey.
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day.

I'd be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
California Dreamin'
On such a winter's day.

Stopped into a church
I passed along the way.
Well, I got down on my knees
And I pretend to pray.

You know the preacher likes the cold,
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California Dreamin'
On such a winter's day.

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey.
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day.

If I didn't tell her,
I could leave today.
California Dreamin'
On such a winter's day.