Southerners Are So Devoted To Genealogy That

To A Southerner It Is Faux Pas, Not Sins, That Matter In This World.

My Object Is To Live In A Place That Does Not Call Itself 'the Community With A Heart.' I Want One Of Those Godforsaken Towns Where All The Young People Leave And The Rest Sit On The Porch With A Rifle Across Their Knees.

I Don't Suffer Fools, And I Like To See Fools Suffer.

Because The Theater Lost A Barrymore Every Time A Southerner Decided Not To Go On The Stage, Just About Anything That Comes Out Of A Southern Mouth Is Bound To Be A Ringing Line.

The Proliferation Of Support Groups Suggests To Me That Too Many Americans Are Growing Up In Homes That Do Not Contain A Grandmother. A Home Without A Grandmother Is Like An Egg Without Salt.... The Emotionally Satisfying Discussions That Take Place In Chronic Pain Outreach And Depression Resources Are Simply Updated Versions Of The Grandmotherly Practice Of Hanging Crepe. We Could Eliminate Much Of The Isolation That Support Groups Exist To Fill And Save The "traditional Family" That Everybody Is So Worried About If More Couples Took Their Aging Parents To Live With Them.