I've Met Little Meanness, Wherever I Went.

Many Americans Would Die Naked In The Middle Of The Road Before They'd Tell You What's Hurt Them Most. But A Born Southerner Will Show You The Cell In Their Heart That Burns The Hardest. They'll Hold It Out To You In Their Bare Right Hand.

Stand Up At Sunrise And Meet What They Send You.

I Think We Southerners Have Talked A Fair Amount Of Malarkey About The Mystique Of Being Southern.

Writing Is A Fearsome But Grand Vocation—potentially Healing But Likewise Deadly. I Wouldn’t Trade My Life For The World.

What I Still Ask For Daily-for Life As Long As I Have Work To Do, And Work As Long As I Have Life.