South Carolina Is Not A State; It

One Does Not Know Where Love Will Take You.

Carolina Beach Music," Dupree Said, Coming Up On The Porch. "the Holiest Sound On Earth.

I Still Write In Long Hand. I Type Like A Chimpanzee.

I've Always Believed That Dreams Were Both The Love Letters And The Hate Mail Of The Subconscious.

We Wait For The Tortoises To Come. We Wait For That Lady Who Walks Them. That’s How Art Works. It’s Never A Jackrabbit, Or A Racehorse. It’s The Tortoises That Hold All The Secrets. We’ve Got To Be Patient Enough To Wait For Them.