66 Quotes About Southern-writers

I don't want your hanging meat parasailing toward me. Please, double bubble-wrap it, and put it in storage already.

My safe word is pineapple.

Frank: Dude. Bro. I'm not wearing underwear. Is it nippley outside?

Many people have asked me, "Why title your book Creating a Concierge?" There is no correct answer. Call it creation, evolution, or chance, but ultimately it's what felt right.

Nestled... In the dappled Spring sunlightpeeking through oaks, maples, and Tulip poplaris a country house with pale-yellow siding.Across a corner of the weathered,wooden-slatted front porch, a vine lazilystretches to find a spot in the sun.

Mamaw's spirit lingers there, her high-bubbled laughcarrying on like a song, her quiet dignity still holdingtogether the air that holds up this house.

Butterflies and mothsto the flame --- and we are the flame

I began to doubt that I would ever know the truth of what transpired, or who those people really were. But all that changed one rainy August afternoon, when I was surprised by a dead man who had answers.

The woods are full of regional writers, and it is the great horror of every serious Southern writer that he will become one of them.