the color of the sky as far as I can see is coal gray lift my head from the pillow and then fall again with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather a quiver in my lips as if I might cry

these sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have all been one rude awakening that was due to me in this city of fallen angels

what a cold and rainy day where on earth is the sun hid away?

where is the halo that should glow 'round your face and where are the wings that should grow from your shoulder blades?

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and th…

My suffering had left me sad and gloomy.

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your …