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The Death Of Every Art Form Seems Imminent At Least Once In Every Century; But While The Very Funeral Arrangements Go Forward, Some Child Is Born Who Is Michelangelo, Picasso, Yeats.

Many Americans Would Die Naked In The Middle Of The Road Before They'd Tell You What's Hurt Them Most. But A Born Southerner Will Show You The Cell In Their Heart That Burns The Hardest. They'll Hold It Out To You In Their Bare Right Hand.

The Sound Of Story Is The Dominant Sound Of Our Lives.

Southerners Ask Intimate Questions In The Way Monkeys Groom Each Other For Lice, Not To Pry But To Make You Feel Cared For.

As A Child I Thought It Was Very Boring When I Had To Sit With [my Mother] On The City Streets, But The Time Sank Deep And Surfaced Later.