If there is such a things as “race”, there is only the Human one.

Bureaucracies are a strange beast whose only goal is obesity.

To life lived fully: to laughter, to have loved and lost, to be remembered for the good fight.

Those in the know ain't telling me or you.

The further your job is from the money, the closer you are to the bullshit.

In the South, history clings to you like a wet blanket. Outside your door the past awaits in Indian mounds, plantation ruins, heaving sidewalks and homestead graveyards; each slowly reclaimed by the kudzu of time.

The American South is an authentic American Culture. Maybe the last. The north is just a Casserole Culture – a tasteless vat of leftovers, frozen peas and stale crumbs.

To living in the South: If you've never had a Porterhouse, everything tastes like baloney.

Magic of Southern expressions? Similes and metaphorical allusions. They are the yellow highlighter of conversation.

I am often asked “Why do Southerners still care about the Civil War?”… “Because defeat was unconditional and the land still occupied.