“In Los Angeles everybody wears a mask, telling stories that aren't quite the truth but aren't quite a lie. The warm weather makes it easy to stay. The strange thing is: you can feel your soul being bought and sold, little by little, piece by piece. You feel it dying, being taken away from you, dripping out of you. Especially at night, when it's a dark, starless sky. Night as you know it, and night as we know it...here...are two different things.” Los AngelesNeo Noir Author:H.L. Sudler, Night as We Know It
“Los Angeles was black, full dark no stars, hills everywhere. There were long stretches of road and sidewalks, on either side neon signs, overhead street-lamps, standing in protest to the overwhelming blackness of the night. The town's lighting seemed powerless against it. Houses were darkened, some hidden on back roads, behind gates and walled gardens. No one seemed to walk anywhere at night. And yet, the city seemed alive. Not like New York, not like a live wire, a town hopped up on electricity. Los Angeles was different, like a cobra in the grass, creeping, coiling onto itself in the night...” Los AngelesNeo Noir Author:H.L. Sudler, Night as We Know It
“The Chateau Marmont Hotel sat on a rise and looked like something constructed in the heyday of Los Angeles, back when there was such a thing as Hollywoodland. It was a regal, but spooky castle-like structure filled with ghosts, and the ghosts of parties long gone. It was as if the hotel was a living, breathing entity that had claimed its fair share of souls.” Los AngelesNeo Noir Author:H.L. Sudler, Night as We Know It