Gloria said nothing, staring into the distance. Far down the shore on a point there were lights.
"That's Malibu," I said. "Where all the movie stars live."
"What are you going to do now?" she finally said.
"I don't know exactly. I thought I'd go see Mr Maxwell tomorrow. Maybe I could get him to do something. He certainly seemed interested."
"Always tomorrow," she said. "The big break is always tomorrow."
Horace McCoy, They Shoot Horses, Don't They?