{"quotes":[{"text":"Maybe I should have got some chili-slaw dogs from Shorty’s. Everybody loves those.”\t“Buddy,” Lars said, dropping his shoes to the deck with a thump, “sit yourself down and stop fussing. You’re reminding me of my Aunt Glynna with all this temperature takin’ and foil tuckin’. This food is fine.","author":"Mary Jane Hathaway","tags":["food","friend","the-south"],"id":2706,"author_id":"Mary+Jane+Hathaway"},{"text":"Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.","author":"Sarah Addison Allen","tags":["magic","snow","southern","the-south","winter"],"id":36319,"author_id":"Sarah+Addison+Allen"},{"text":"… a Southerner is BORN into the lifestyle,there just ain’t no choice about it.Yer either a Southerner or ya ain’t.","author":"Chad B. Hanson","tags":["lifestyle","southerners","the-south"],"id":37498,"author_id":"Chad+B.+Hanson"},{"text":"Lucy saw the delighted expressions of the guests and knew they looked like something out an Austen movie. Well, at least Jem did. She giggled a little and cleared her throat.\t“Something funny?” he murmured out of the corner of his mouth.\t“Just thinking how you’re just like Captain Wentworth and I’m just like Tina Turner.","author":"Mary Jane Hathaway","tags":["jane-austen","race","regency-era","the-south"],"id":49267,"author_id":"Mary+Jane+Hathaway"},{"text":"Okay, let’s pretend to be friends. Just two friends having dinner.” “That doesn’t work in the South. A male friend cannot have dinner with a female friend if the male friend has a wife. It just doesn’t work down here.” “Why not?” “Because men don’t have female friends. No way. I don’t know of a single man in the entire South who is married and has a female friend. I think it goes back to the Civil War.” “I think it goes back to the Dark Ages. Why are Southern women so jealous?” “Because that’s the way we’ve trained them. They learned from us. If my wife met a male friend for lunch or dinner, I’d tear his head off and file for divorce. She learned it from me.” “That makes absolutely no sense.” “Of course it doesn’t.” “Your wife has no male friends?” “None that I know of. If you learn of any, let me know.” “And you have no female friends?” “Why would I want female friends? They can’t talk about football, or duck hunting, or politics, or lawsuits, or anything that I want to talk about. They talk about kids, clothes, recipes, coupons, furniture, stuff I know nothing about. No, I don’t have any female friends. Don’t want any.” “That’s what I love about the South. The people are so tolerant.” “Thank you.","author":"John Grisham","tags":["friends","grisham","men-and-women","the-south"],"id":81368,"author_id":"John+Grisham"},{"text":"While the post-Civil War southerners were pushing as fast as they could into the New South, were grasping Yankee dollars with enthusiasm, they purified their motives in the well of Lost Causism. Politicians found it a bottomless source of bombast and ballots, preachers found it balm and solace to somewhat reluctant middle-class morals, writers found it a noble and salable theme.","author":"Frank E. Vandiver","tags":["america","civil-war","myth","the-south","war"],"id":100066,"author_id":"Frank+E.+Vandiver"},{"text":"There are turning points in everyone's life when we have to fight, even if we have to do it by ourselves and in public.","author":"Junius Williams","tags":["civil-rights-mom","freedom","racism-in-america","the-south"],"id":131504,"author_id":"Junius+Williams"},{"text":"The South: Three-wheeled Piggly Wiggly shopping carts, grease-caked engine blocks, baby strollers with shredded black hoods, Soviet rocket parts, human skulls on spikes and orange-eyed Rottweilers on heavy chains breathing fire...","author":"Sean Condon","tags":["humorous","southern-prejudice","the-south"],"id":135819,"author_id":"Sean+Condon"},{"text":"I came to the state twenty years ago from the South, the gothic South. I’ve heard it called that, haven’t you, Mister Morgan? ‘Thought I was gettin’ away from all that. You know, the Tennessee Williams’ decadence, the Huey Long corruption, the brewin’ and simmerin’ violence. I actually found that I kind of missed it. Then, I found out it was all here, too, but without the charm.","author":"Jackson Burnett","tags":["corruption","lack-of-charm","oklahoma","place","the-south"],"id":146149,"author_id":"Jackson+Burnett"},{"text":"She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina. She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.","author":"Sarah Addison Allen","tags":["cookies","magic","north-carolina","snow","southern","the-south","winter"],"id":167646,"author_id":"Sarah+Addison+Allen"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":26,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}