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“After seeing the devastation on the East coast. I've concluded that Sticks and Stone might break our bones. But Mother Nature can really tear up your stuff,”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich, Return to Stantasyland

“Why they came east I don't know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“They radiated that orgasm-free lifestyle so unique and universal among Seabrook women.”
― Holly Peterson, It Happens in the Hamptons

“The cushions of my friend's couch were some kind of rubberized velour, the windows were uncurtained, and at five a.m. the birds were all atwitter and the light, the L.A. light everyone goes on and on about, was right in my East Coast eyes. Give me New York any day, I thought. But when New York came, it was with fangs and claws, in a nightmare I now woke from screaming.”
― Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire

“Momma didn't raise any fool, she put me in fostercare”
― LightHouse Dann Verner, "DAMAGED'

“It's going on within this world wide corporation. Instead of marriage to the One above, it's lust for power and fornication to this currency currently in circulation. Manipulation to the out most, every time a native is manipulated, it's corkscrews and champagne toast, mashed potatoes and beef roast, living in Hell while they sip and dine on the east coast. Only a dream of prosperity through inflated currency, gold bricks which alone could keep up from catastrophe will soon vanish and no rate of interest will tempt it to return for eternity.”
― Jose R. Coronado, The Land Flowing With Milk And Honey

“You're some East Coast thing, aren't you? Sharp and mean and cold. What a prize you are.”
― Nghi Vo

“Revelers in green stumbled from pub to pub as I drove away yesterday from springtime in Washington, a collage of the organic and the man-made--- redbud and sidewalk, dogwood and car. Small trees in the easement showed feathery pink blossoms.
I've left the delicacy of spring for a hot, sodden green, the cruise control carrying me south through Virginia and the Carolinas, Georgia, and farther on toward the place where Florida's panhandle curves in and resort beaches fade into a coastline of dense and mangrove and fingerling waterways. Slightly inland from the Gulf sits my hometown of Tenetkee, where the water transitions slowly to land.”
― Virginia Hartman, The Marsh Queen