East is East, and West is San Francisco, according to Californians. Californians are a race of people; they are not merely inhabitants of a State.

Turn up the lights. I don't want to go home in the dark.

All of us have to be prevaricators, hypocrites, and liars every day of our lives; otherwise the social structure would fall into pieces the first day. We must act in one another's presence just as we must wear clothes. It is for the best

Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.

What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?

East is East, and West is San Francisco, according to Californians. Californians are a race of people; they are not merely inhabitants of a State.