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“Can you tell us what happened, Percy? All right if I call you Percy?�� “Yes, if I can call you Harry.”
The detective smiled thinly. Janet Bruno did not smile at all.”
― Paul A. Barra, Strangers and Sojourners: A Big Percy Pletcher thriller

“He set his feet. As Billy Martin scrambled away, the big Russian bore in, eyes glittering, and lips pulled back.”
― Paul A. Barra, Strangers and Sojourners: A Big Percy Pletcher thriller

“Soon you catch your first glimpse of a vineyard basking in the sun, its broad leaves silently turning sunlight into sugar, ripening vitis vinifera, the European grapes that make the world’s finest wines. For a moment you might imagine you’ve been mysteriously wafted to the French countryside, but no, this is the East End of Long Island, the most exciting new wine region in North America. You’ve reached your destination, but your journey of discovery has barely begun”
― Jane Taylor Starwood, Long Island Wine Country: Award-Winning Vineyards Of The North Fork And The Hamptons

“Maybe it wasn’t rational, but she didn’t like the idea of Leo invading her little world. Yesterday, Brooklyn had belonged to her. The Long Island ’burbs where she’d grown up had felt far away from the brick streets and renovated factory spaces of Brooklyn. In this job, she’d felt truly independent, putting down her own fragile roots in a new place.

Fast forward twenty-four hours, and her daddy had joined the workplace and her ex-boyfriend had shown up to remind her of all that she’d lost. Really, a girl could be forgiven for feeling slightly hysterical.

Not that there was any time to panic.”
― Sarina Bowen, Rookie Move

“Whoever said that thing about how no man is an island probably doesn't live on one.”
― Tim Hall, Dead Stock

“A year earlier my parents had moved us out of the city to a split-level on Long Island, their idea of the American dream, which meant it as now an hour-and-a-half commute via the 7:06 Hicksville to Penn Station every morning. (Dark City Lights)”
― Jonathan Santlofer

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

“This is Long Island, land of the rushed, home of the stressed.”
― Will Bly, Creatures: A Collection of Short Stories

“Someone peeled back the surface of our town, and the whole country saw what was underneath. By Easter 1980 we were creepier than Amityville.”
― Meredith Miller, How We Learned to Lie: A Novel

“She chuckled and thought he was a pretentious buffoon. Manhattan had been lost for days. If he had not been hiding out on Long Island with his head up his ass, he’d know that.”
― Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“This is how you know you’re on Long Island, somebody offers you coffee and Entenmann’s.”
― Jean Hanff Korelitz, You Should Have Known

“I used to catch frogs in my backyard in Long Island. I don’t know, maybe they were toads. It doesn’t matter.”
― Aesop Rock

“Once upon a time, in a part of America called the North Shore of Long Island,
Not far from New York,
Lived a very small girl on a very large estate.
The house on the grounds had many rooms, and many servants,
And in the garage were many cars,
And out on the water were many boats.
There were gardeners in the gardens,
And a chauffeur to drive the cars,
And a boatman who hauled out the boats in the fall
And scraped their bottoms in winter
And put them back in the spring.
From the windows of her room
The girls could look out on an indoor tennis court
And an outdoor tennis court; an indoor swimming pool
And an outdoor swimming pool
And a pool in the garden for goldfish.
Life was pleasant here,
For this was as close to heaven as one could get
On Long Island.
But then one day the girl grew up
And went beyond the walls of the grounds
And found the world.”
― Samuel Taylor, Sabrina Fair