A Real Friendship Is A Light Thing.

That Sinuous Southern Life, That Oblique And Slow And Complicated Old Beauty, That Warm Thick Air And Blood Warm Sea, That Place Of Mists And Languor And Fragrant Richness.

I Think We All Get Too Caught Up In Doing Instead Of Just Being Sometimes.

I Have A Theory That Southern Madhouses Are Full Of Gifted Women Who Were Stifled.

Anger Is Its Own Excuse And Its Own Reward.

Perhaps The Most Important Thing We Can Ever Do In Our Lives Is Find A Way To Keep The Wild-both The Wild Inside And The Wild Outside Us-and Tap Into It.