{"author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose","total_quotes":28,"quotes":[{"text":"Life can surprise you. You want something with every ounce of blood that flows in your veins, and then one day it's yours. Right there before you. Everything. You break out in a cold sweat with the undeniable realization that what you really want is home. Sometimes finding home is a long time coming. A long journey.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["home","life","southern-fiction","southern-writers"],"id":23043,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"My mama steps out of her dressand drops it, an inheritance falling to my feet.She stands alone: bathed, blooming,burdened with nothing of this world.Her body is naked and beautiful,her wings gray and scorched,her brown eyes piercing the brown of mine.I watch her departure, her flapping wings:She doesn’t look back, not even once,not even to whisper my name.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["mama","mother","poetry","southern-literature","wings"],"id":49589,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"These babies ain’t just guitars; these babies are living, breathing instruments.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["blues","guitar","guitarist","jazz","music","musician","musicians","rock-and-roll"],"id":53540,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"I’m not made for city streets. My brogans drop soil from the field behind me, each grain of dirt like a seed revealing who I am. My heart belongs in the country. I’m a farmer, and I was shaped in the fields.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["earth","earth","farmer","farmers","fields","seed","seeds","soil"],"id":55299,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"The truth had lacerated him to the bone, had punctured his heart, and had ripped through his soul. The truth had slain him and tended to his wounds. The truth had hated him and loved him. The truth had opened his eyes to his own faults.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["georgia-writers","pain","southern-fiction","southern-writers","spiritual","truth"],"id":59400,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"The wind whirls and whistles and strip pink blooms from the mimosas, scatters twigs, broken limbs, pine needles and pine cones across our yard, and robs the pecan trees of a thousand leaves. The storm eventually dies, but the bruised trees continue to weep into the night, still shimmering with dewy leaves when the sun comes up the next morning.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["literary","nature-writing","rain","southern-storms","storms"],"id":75366,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"The place cast a spell on me, a lovely spell that seduced me one one breath at a time.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["best","magical-realism","mystery","place","place-in-the-heart","seduction","soul"],"id":121518,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"He takes a draw on a cigarette, blows out a smoky ghost. I reach to catch the phantom in my hands, but it eludes me. I've been trying to catch a ghost for as long as I can remember.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["cigarette-smoke","ghosts","literary","southern-fiction","southern-landscape","southern-writers"],"id":125356,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"With red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["clay","ghost","honeysuckle","mother","poetry","southern-literature"],"id":126028,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"},{"text":"Are you aware that Jesus Christ can spell? I get so tired of you spelling every slang and cuss word that crosses your mind, as though you are pulling one over on the Lord.","author":"Brenda Sutton Rose","tags":["humorous","southern-fiction","southern-writers"],"id":130669,"author_id":"Brenda+Sutton+Rose"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":28,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}