The North isn't a place. It's just a direction out of the South.

The local groceries are all out of broccoli, loccoli.

In the beginning, Atlanta was without form, and void; and it still is.

I prefer my oysters fried; that way I know my oysters died.

People don't necessarily want or need to be done unto as you would have them do unto you. They want to be done unto as they want to be done unto.

I do some eccentric dancing.

When money gets too far away from actual, physical, real equity and property it gets too abstract and too distantly derived and then suddenly it's not worth anything anymore. And the same is true of language.