Southern Literature Quotes
Southern Literature Quote of the day
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.
A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.
With red clay between my toes, and the sun setting over my head, the ghost of my mother blows in, riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord, riding on a honeysuckle breeze.