I wondered if small town people became smaller in order to fit. Perhaps they had to.

You can’t see reality. You never could: You just distort the truth until you end up with a version you can live with.

But it comes to me that two wrongs don’t make another wrong.

You not trapped girl. Not unless you nailed to the floor.

There is nothing harder than being your own rock.

A tofu birthday cake dosn't wreak a marriage; but if you cut the tofu into lewd shapes, you are probably asking for trouble. Looking back, I think we stopped being kind to each other. And we became competitors....Love cannot be sustained under these conditions, any more that yeast will proof in cold water.

But I knew better: No matter where you go, the past floods back. You can try like the dickens, but you can't escape fate.

The first time I saw my father-in-law's cotton, I though of the Original Sin, gardening being the root of the South's downfall.

There was another thing I had forgotten about the South: It was the one place on earth where an unsuspecting person could get killed by kindness.

It seemed clear that people in love lived in constant jeopardy. They were either making love or making each other crazy.