The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother. They had buried him under our elm tree, they said-yet this wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.
Willie MorrisAs with many Southern Writers, I believe that the special quality of the land itself indelibly shapes the people who dwell upon it.
Willie MorrisIt took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last.
Willie MorrisI have always had a love for American geography, and especially for the landscapes of the South. One of my pleasures has been to drive across it, with no one in the world knowing where I am, languidly absorbing the thoughts and memories of old moments, of people vanished now from my life.
Willie Morris