#southerner

Southerners have never been afraid of seasoning. It's kind of the other way around; our seasoning is afraid of us. ↗

— Paula Deen

#around #been #kind #never #other

Basically there is no difference between whites and blacks, browns and yellows. I decided to think no more of people as Northerners and Southerners. ↗

— Ethel Waters

#between #blacks #browns #decided #difference

Among the American contemporaries I read with most enjoyment are several North Carolinians. I think the best poetry being written these days is being written by Southerners. ↗

— Robert Morgan

#among #being #best #contemporaries #days

I discovered that the people of the North are different and there's no way you can make a person from the North similar to a Southerner. They're two different worlds. ↗

— Esa-Pekka Salonen

#different worlds #discovered #i #make #north

Well, Southerners like to eat well. You see, it's an event when it's done right. ↗

— Stan Shaw

#southerners #food

[Yankees] are pretty much like southerners except with worse manners, of course, and terrible accents. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#rhett-butler-to-scarlett #southerners #yankees #humor

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

— Eudora Welty

#love

That's when I caught my first glimpse of Blaine Crabtree. He was sandwiched in between two guys that were laughing at who knows what. At first I didn't notice anything but a big mop of bleached blonde hair, then he looked up from his pack of cloves and I was locked into the bluest eyes that I had ever seen. His expression didn't change, he didn't smile and didn't blink. It seemed like I was lost in his eyes, like he was using them to do the most calculated math problem, and that math problem was me. ↗

— Magan Vernon

#new-adult #romance #southerners #change

We have been told to ask about everything: Will it leave us free? ↗

— Ben Robertson

#scots-irish #southerners #freedom

No matter what a person does to cover up and conceal themselves, when we write and lose control, I can spot a person from Alabama, Florida, South Carolina a mile away even if they make no exact reference to location. Their words are lush like the land they come from, filled with nine aunties, people named Bubba. There is something extravagant and wild about what they have to say — snakes on the roof of a car, swamps, a delta, sweat, the smell of sea, buzz of an air conditioner, Coca-Cola — something fertile, with a hidden danger or shame, thick like the humidity, unspoken yet ever-present. Often when a southerner reads, the members of the class look at each other, and you can hear them thinking, gee, I can't write like that. The power and force of the land is heard in the piece. These southerners know the names of what shrubs hang over what creek, what dogwood flowers bloom what color, what kind of soil is under their feet. I tease the class, "Pay no mind. It's the southern writing gene. The rest of us have to toil away. ↗

— Natalie Goldberg

#southern-literature #southerners #writing #literature-quotes