“ 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. Brenda Sutton Rose
“ We are good at stories. We hoard them, like an old woman in a room full of boxes, but now and then we pull out our best, and spread them out. We talk of the bad years when the cotton didn't open, and… Rick Bragg
“ 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. Flannery O'Connor
“ A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories. Brenda Sutton Rose
“ No matter what a person does to cover up and conceal themselves, when we write and lose control, I can spot a person from Alabama, Florida, South Carolina a mile away even if they make no exact refere… Natalie Goldberg
“ If John Grisham, Harper Lee, and Larry the Cable Guy were penned up in a remote cabin for a weekend with nothing but good bourbon, fine wine, and a couple of cases of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, something… J. Randolph Cresenzo
“ Potential enemies make the best friends and lovers. Many a blessed union begins in adversity. Randy Thornhorn
“ Although I wasn't there to bear witness, I imagine Lot's wife scanned the masses for her children. Perhaps she sought out the curves of their mouths and the shapes of their faces, trying to memorize h… Brenda Sutton Rose
“ My mama steps out of her dressand drops it, an inheritance falling to my feet.She stands alone: bathed, blooming,burdened with nothing of this world.Her body is naked and beautiful,her wings gray and… Brenda Sutton Rose
