Life offers you a thousand chances... all you have to do is take one.

Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.

The Only Thing More Surprising Than the Chance She's Taking... Is Where It's Taking Her.

I’ll always marvel at the liveliness of southern speech-so full of metaphor and hyperbole, quirks and vividness.

I was born and grew up in Fitzgerald, way down in south Georgia. It was a mill town and my family ran the cotton mill. My grandfather was mayor many times and my family felt deeply rooted to that spot.

Any arbitrary turning along the way and I would be elsewhere; I would be different.

The longer you are in a place, the more you get under its layers.