There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
Families without songs are unhappy families.
Each divorce is the death of a small civilization.
Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.
The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.