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#southern

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Southern California is a nice place, if you could cut out the show-business cancer. It just keeps spreading. ↗


— P. J. O'Rourke


#cancer #could #cut #just #keeps

Some teachers had been trained to work out at Southern because I carried two out there. I carried a lady down here from Palmer's Crossing, used to play piano, and Billy Carter. ↗


— Charles Phillips


#been #billy #carried #carter #crossing

Currently, I bowl regional tournaments out of the PBA Southern Region. ↗


— Joe Tex


#currently #i #out #region #regional

Yes, I'm a real southern boy. ↗


— Billy Carter


#i #real #southern #yes

Yes, sir. I'm a real Southern boy. I got a red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer. ↗


— Billy Carter


#blue #boy #got #i #neck

Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it. ↗


— Harriet Ann Jacobs


#father #knowing #little #man #many

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story. ↗


— Michael Connelly


#deception #los-angeles #make-believe #smog #southern-california

Hold it right there. The only agreement we ever had was that you intended to make me as miserable as possible, and I intended to courageously make the best of an intolerable situation like valiant Southern women have always done. ↗


— Susan Elizabeth Phillips


#courage #misery #southern-women #courage

When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it and listened to the groundswell of traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and looked at the glare of the big angry city hanging over the shoulder of the hills through which the boulevard had been cut. Far off the banshee wail of police or fire sirens rose and fell, never for very long completely silent. Twenty four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him. Out there in the night of a thousand crimes, people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped, and murdered. People were hungry, sick; bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends on where you sit and what your own private score is. I didn't have one. I didn't care. I finished the drink and went to bed. ↗


— Raymond Chandler


#disillusionment #los-angeles #southern-california #home

Southern hospitality and Amish cooking - Ya'll Come Back, Danki. ↗


— Karen Harper


#christian #humor #southern #home






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