#south

Apparently, once you got used to regular and spectacular sex, your body had a mind of its own (so to speak) when it was deprived of that recreation; to say nothing of missing the hugging and cuddling part. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#southern-vampire-mysteries #vampire #sookie-stackhouse

What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#charlaine-harris #club-dead #sookie-stackhouse-series #the-southern-vampire-mysteries #true-blood

In the molten fire where he lay he could watch the slow machinations of eternity, the cosmic miracle of each second being born, eggshaped, silverplated, phallic, time thrusting itself gleaming through the worn and worthless husk of the microsecond previous, halting, beginning to show the slow and infinitesimal accreations of decay in the clocking away of life in a mechanism encoded at the moment of conception, withering, shunted aside by time's next orgasmic thrust, and all to the beating of some galactic heart, to voices, a madman's mutterings from a snare in the web of the world. ↗

— William Gay

#poetic #southern-gothic #home

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#love

Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#love

Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret! ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#north-and-south #thornton #love

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