It paid to be cultured, just as long as you didn’t start growing bacteria.

It’s hard to explain your passions, but sometimes it is harder to live them.

He just knew we would find luck, but believing something don’t make it true.

Work and pray, live on hay,You’ll get pie in the sky when you die.-Joe Hill, The Preacher and the Slave

I was tired of well-meaning folks, telling me it was time I got over being heartbroke. When somebody tells you that, a little bell ought to ding in your mind. Some people don’t know grief...

But it comes to me that two wrongs don’t make another wrong.

There was another thing I had forgotten about the South: It was the one place on earth where an unsuspecting person could get killed by kindness.

This is how the soul heals. it thaws out bit by bit, the way the ground warms after a hard winter. you notive the sun or hear the whippoorwill calling across the flats. You sweep...

Everybody’s always doing the same old things— you know, doing unto others before they can do unto you.

You raise them half-decent, and they grow up and leave. They move to Miami or California– someplace with gourmet groceries and nude beaches because you’ve reared them to cook good and be liberal minded. It’s...

Now that Olive was grown, I didn’t know what to do with myself. You could build your life around one single thing, like a view or a child, but that was risky. You had so...