The Only Word For Goodness Is Goodness,

Cameras Are A Lifesaver For Very Shy People Who Have Nowhere Else To Hide. Behind A Lens They Can Disguise The Fact That They Have Nothing To Say To Strangers.

If Not For Sports, I Do Not Think My Father Would Have Ever Talked To Me.

My Mother, Southern To The Bone, Once Told Me, “all Southern Literature Can Be Summed Up In These Words: ‘on The Night The Hogs Ate Willie, Mama Died When She Heard What Daddy Did To Sister.’” She Raised Me Up To Be A Southern Writer, But It Wasn’t Easy.

I Only Hope To Do Well Enough Before I Die To Have A House As Big As My Rich Uncle Ed And Aunt Carole.

My Soul Grazes Like A Lamb On The Beauty Of An Indrawn Tide.