I don't really care about plot; I want to have a page-turner in a different kind of way.

The Deep South might be wretched, but it can howl.

The first two drinks were always wonderfully liberating. You think better. You're braver, and you'll say anything. If you could just hang in there with two or three, it'd be beautiful. The trouble was I couldn't.

Children will listen to anything elders say to survive, and if you grew up without an elder telling you there was a god, what did your parents say to you?

What a bog and labyrinth the human essence is... We are all overbrained and overemotioned.

Professional Southerners sicken me.

You've got to lie to stay halfway interested in yourself.