Mississippi Quotes

I'm a country guy from Mississippi who keeps it simple.

I love being so tight on people in close-ups that the veins in their eyes look like the Mississippi River.

My home office and workshop are on an overlook on the only deep river gorge on the entire length of the Mississippi River.

But the book! The siren song of the book!

They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away their faith…

Ambition is like a plague that can only be cured by success.

She was always saying things like that but I let her be my best friend anyway.

The only way he could truly stick out in New Orleans was if he were walking down the street on fire.

The morning sun in New Orleans felt like it was trying to make a point, convincing the old world to believe something new.

Toulouse Street ran one way toward the Mississippi River. Jackson looked over [Imogene's] head into one of those famous New Orleans courtyards, full of lush foliage, mossy brick, secrets, and wonder.

Roy Dale suspected that Mississippi was beautiful. He wasn't sure. He didn't have anything to compare it to. He hadn't even ever been out of the Delta.

They had buried him under our elm tree, they said -- yet this was not totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.

Libraries are about books. Books have no color. And they don't care who reads them.

Sit on the truth too long and you mash the life right out of it.

Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does. -The Brown Cape

We were running all over the front lawn and under the rainspouts, barefooted, in our underpants, with the rain pelting down, straight cold gray rain of Delta summers, wonderful rain. -Mexico

All my life, the library has always been one of my favorite places to go. (Larry Brown: A Writer's Life by Jean W. Cash)

August in Mississippi is different from July. As to heat, it is not a question of degree but of kind. July heat is furious, but in August the heat has killed even itself and lies dead over us.

I told him. We got a library here. Got plenty of good books, too. -Larry Brown, Dirty Work

I walked straight to the library. Mrs. Bloom, the librarian, always knows everything.

For the rest of the afternoon, Miss Bloom smiled almost as bright as the big yellow sun shining through the front picture window. Her library was filled up with people who loved books.