As far as I'm concerned, they can switch off the HOLLYWOOD sign now.
When she shall die, take her and cut her out in little stars and she will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Sometimes, you just want to say "to hell with it" and run off to pastures new and unexplored, with nothing but your cowboy boots and your buck-skin suitcase.