The tropics make it difficult to mope. I bet in big cities you can walk down the street scowling and no one will ask you what’s wrong or encourage you to smile, but everyone here has the attitude that we’re lucky to live in Hawaii; paradise reigns supreme. I think paradise can go fuck itself.
From the Descendants - a book I'm not sure I would have read if George Clooney wasn't already cast in my mind as the protagonist. I can't think of another instance where this has been in the book's favor.