Lots of people have expressed consternation that I haven't gotten rid of Southern accent, but I just never saw any reason to lose the flavor that I grew up with. I enjoy saying some things with a Southern accent.

New York walking isn't exercise: it's a continually showing make-your-own movie.

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 like weeding, but I tend to think of it as a solitary activity.

Ham's substantial, ham is fat. Ham is firm and sound. Ham's what God was getting at When He made pigs so round.

I am open to the accusation that I see compost as an end it itself. But we do grow some real red damn tomatoes such as you can't get in the stores. And potatoes, beans, lettuce, collards, onions, squash, cauliflower, eggplant, carrots, peppers. Dirt in you own backyard, producing things you eat. Makes you wonder.

That's American English for you: more roots than a mangrove swamp.