#south

I'd sooner wear white shoes in February, drink unsweetened tea, and eat Miracle Whip instead of Duke's than utter the words 'you guys'. ↗

— Celia Rivenbark

#southern #y-all #humor

I've barely said five words to you. What indication could you possibly have that I am a Yankee?" "Well, we could start with the words 'what indication.' Someone from south of the Mason-Dixon would have said, 'Who the hell are you calling a Yankee?' Then we would have fought. ↗

— Jana Deleon

#south #yankee #humor

Alice is fictional. This isn't. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#dark-humor #group-think #groupthink #lady-gaga #mad-magazine

What does she do?" "She's a producer." Of course, in Los Angeles this doesn't mean much more than "she's a member of the human race. ↗

— Julian Fellowes

#film-industry #hollywood #los-angeles #movie-business #southern-california

Now you're giving advice as if you had the right to use a word like love. ↗

— Conor Oberst

#southern-state #love

Facing the sagging middle when writing a novel, while inevitable, may be overcome by pre-planning. I divide my collection of proposed scenes into three acts, each scene inciting tension that builds toward the final crisis in Act Three. If by Act Two the emotional river isn't spilling over the banks, I reassess the plot so that once the writing is flowing I don't slide into a dry creek. The central character should be struggling to navigate life well into the end of Act One, even if her fiercest antagonist is only from within. ↗

— Patricia Hickman

#outer-banks #southern-fiction #southern-writers #inspirational

People who swear on the old Southern traditions don't know what the hell they are. I think of boll weevils and hook worms. [Look Magazine interview 25 April 1961] ↗

— William B. Hartsfield

#desegregation #georgia #integration #racism #south

All things in Fiji are paid for in blood. ↗

— Lance Morcan

#adventure #fiji #historical-fiction #historical-romance #romance

I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And to wipe the weeping eyes; And a heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathise. ↗

— Anonymous

#love #north-and-south #love

Marcel was from Louisiana, so for four years Emily had been southern by association. She insisted on Lynchburg Lemonades. She scheduled interviews around the Gators. She championed gentility. Anyone at a dinner party who thought they could tell a joke making fun of the region encountered a faceful of Emily, quick and ferocious as a convert, as a woman who loved a man. Emily now had no claim to the South. The region and its interests would proceed without her. ↗

— Marie-Helene Bertino

#south #love