Quotes About Southern

Writing about where I was from and the people I knew was not something that would have occurred to me early on, because like so many Southerners of that period - the Sixties - I rejected those things when I went north.

In addition I wanted to write a Southern novel, because I'm a Southerner.

You know, Southerners are pretty cool.

We could say that people who eat grits, listen to country music, follow stock-car racing, support corporal punishment in the schools, hunt 'possum, go to Baptist churches and prefer bourbon to Scotch are likely to be Southerners.

Stone-ground grits are wonderful, but because they take so long to cook, I usually go with quick cooking grits - which I also love. But I never make the instant kind - some things a Southerner just won't do!

Southerners smile more than other Americans.

I'm glad I'm Southern. I'm the Southerner who's very Southern in that she left to move to New York.

No self-respecting Southerner will eat something baked, broiled, grilled, stewed, poached, sauteed, or flambeed when it can be deep fried.

Even as a Southerner, there's only so much corn-pone shucking and jiving about mama-and-gravy talk I can take.

Southerners pride themselves on being polite. This is why we always use euphemisms to express ourselves.

I grew up in Georgia, in a small town in the southwest corner of Georgia, actually, called Sylvester.

I am from Brookhaven, a small town in Southwest Mississippi.

I think that my interpretation of Italian was a lot more southern than what my husband cooks. You know, I grew up in Queens and in Brooklyn, and we - really, it's more southern. It's Naples and Sicily. It's heavier. It's over-spiced. And like most Americans, I thought spaghetti and meatballs was genius.

To a common man, the opulence of the day makes no sense but to a philosopher, it is as clear as a night in the southern France.

They had slipped past the southern point of Grenada in the night, and were at last within that fairy ring of islands, on which nature had concentrated all her beauty, and man all his sin.

My mom's collard greens. No one else in the world can make them like hers. I'm not just saying that because she's my mom. She's got some Mississippi secret. I could seriously eat them every day.

I went to college in Mississippi; I'm from Louisiana.

I'm a Mobile, Alabama kid.

I don't think that there are many, many strong, black male role models who provide a certain kind of really American, Southern-based comfort that Madea grows out of. She's a signpost in our Obama world of traditional Christian values.

South where I grew up. In large measure, this reflected a racial and gender caste system that denied most other opportunities to African American women. That system was designed to ensure a ready supply of cheap black labor, especially for the Southern ruling classes that emerged out of slavery's old planter class. But the privilege of exploiting black labor extended even to fairly lowly whites; textile mill hands and poor farmers, for example, frequently employed their black

Ellen Cherry was from the south and had good manners. She didn´t have any panties on, but she had good manners.

Behind that rough facade, customers drank beer and danced, activities that to any good Southern Baptist invoked the Devil himself.

Jewish-Southern culture had also bred the ultimate in fusion food: Gershon Weinberg's pork and ribs barbecue restaurant in Alabama.

When I was being moved, a deputy U.S. Marshal with a Southern accent so thick it sounded like he was doing a bad parody of a Good Ol' Boy sheriff laughed and said, "You're the only prisoner we ever had that got booted out of jail!