"He sat on a slab of sandstone … and saw the San Fernando Valley spread out below him like a dark pit into which all the stars in the universe had been poured. Each light out there, each of those infinite dots of light, marked a house or business, and what would his father think … the developer, the builder of tract homes and shopping centers?
This was the fruit of ten thousand [fathers], a hundred thousand, the city built out beyond any reason or limit. Would he say enough is enough - or would he applaud all those intrepid builders, say a prayer of thanksgiving for all those roofs erected over all those aspiring heads.” T.C. Boyle, A Friend of the Earth