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Quotes About Small Town

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Ami McKay
“No matter what you do, someone always knew you would.”
Ami McKay, The Birth House

Brenna Yovanoff
“‎The simple truth is that you can understand a town. You can know and love and hate it. You can blame it, resent it, and nothing changes. In the end, you're just another part of it.”
Brenna Yovanoff

Harper Lee
“Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy...and no money to buy it with.”
Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Walker Percy
“It's one thing to develop a nostalgia for home while you're boozing with Yankee writers in Martha's Vineyard or being chased by the bulls in Pamplona. It's something else to go home and visit with the folks in Reed's drugstore on the square and actually listen to them. The reason you can't go home again is not because the down-home folks are mad at you--they're not, don't flatter yourself, they couldn't care less--but because once you're in orbit and you return to Reed's drugstore on the square, you can stand no more than fifteen minutes of the conversation before you head for the woods, head for the liquor store, or head back to Martha's Vineyard, where at least you can put a tolerable and saving distance between you and home. Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.”
Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos: The Last Self-Help Book

Jess C. Scott
“He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.”
Jess C. Scott, Take-Out, Part 1

Joyce Dennys
“Living in a small town...is like living in a large family of rather uncongenial relations. Sometimes it’s fun, and sometimes it’s perfectly awful, but it’s always good for you. People in large towns are like only-children.”
Joyce Dennys, Henrietta Sees It Through: More News from the Home Front 1942-1945

“I wish I could show you the little village where I was born. It's so lovely there...I used to think it too small to spend a life in, but now I'm not so sure.”
Mary Kelly

Courtney Summers
“The people feel and look the same, like they've settled here even though they know there's something more-something better-just beyond where they are.

Small-town life.”
Courtney Summers, Fall for Anything

W.B. Yeats
“In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; for you will meet no one who can share it. We listen to eloquent speaking, read books and write them, settle all the affairs of the universe. The dumb village multitudes pass on unchanging; the feel of the spade in the hand is no different for all our talk: good seasons and bad follow each other as of old. The dumb multitudes are no more concerned with us than is the old horse peering through the rusty gate of the village pound. The ancient map-makers wrote across unexplored regions, 'Here are lions.' Across the villages of fishermen and turners of the earth, so different are these from us, we can write but one line that is certain, 'Here are ghosts.' ("Village Ghosts")”
W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore

Pat Conroy
“Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.”
Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

Kristin Hannah
“Rain Valley newcomers pretty much fell into two groups: people running away from something and people running away from everything.”
Kristin Hannah, Magic Hour

Ed Lynskey
“A decade ago when Isabel’s husband Max had died, they’d moved in together and merged their possessions. Neither sister brought any fussy teapots, canaries, sachets, or doilies,
but lots of other stuff had to either stay or go. Looking at the lime green gave Alma the willies. Her suggestion to slipcover it in a more subdued color had garnered Isabel’s frosty stare, and Alma had dropped the matter.”
Ed Lynskey, Quiet Anchorage

Mallika Nawal
“Living in a small town [in India] was like living in a glass house!”
Mallika Nawal, I'm a Woman & I'm on SALE

John Barnes
“Future Farmers of America. Group who take ag classes and are going to inherit the farm. Hot shit around here, they have a couple guys in every clique, and they stick together, 'cause they know they'll be seeing each other every week for the next sixty years.”
John Barnes

Laura     Miller
“I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.”
Laura Miller, My Butterfly

J. Alexander Greenwood
“The real core of this book is about the open secrets that can fester in a community until an outsider raises questions.”
J. Alexander Greenwood, Pilate's Cross

Kathi Daley
“If I was going to spend the next day in jail for obstruction of justice, I'd better get a good nights sleep.”
Kathi Daley, Halloween Hijinks

“It was like hundreds of roads he'd driven over - no different - a stretch of tar, lusterless, scaley, humping toward the center. On both sides were telephone poles, tilted this way and that, up a little, down...

Billboards - down farther an increasing clutter of them. Some road signs. A tottering barn in a waste field, the Mail Pouch ad half weathered away. Other fields. A large wood - almost leafless now - the bare branches netting darkly against the sky. Then down, where the road curved away, a big white farmhouse, trees on the lawn, neat fences - and above it all, way up, a television aerial, struck by the sun, shooting out bars of glare like neon. ("Thompson")”
George A. Zorn, Shock!

“You're gonna have to hold on tight, because this rodeo is just getting started.”
Joya Ryan, Chasing Trouble

Terri Haynes Roach
“Where everyone knows your name, and a safe place to raise a family.”
Terri Haynes Roach, A Special Gift

Elizabeth Goudge
“In a city the multiplicity of threads forced a whirling confusion on the loom but here the simple pattern and the slow weaving made purpose more discernible.”
Elizabeth Goudge, The Scent of Water

J.M. Stewart
“I don’t want to go home yet.” He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. “Take a walk on the wild side with me.”
J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather

J.M. Stewart
“How old are you?”

“Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.”
J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather

J.M. Stewart
“Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further.

He kissed her.”
J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather

J.M. Stewart
“Doubt filled her eyes. “What are we betting for, anyway?”

He hadn’t thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her. Had for years.

“A kiss.” The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, but once out, he didn’t want to take them back. “One kiss after you come back and see she’s all right.”
J.M. Stewart, The Playboy's Baby

“Fruit of the Poisonous Tree, The True Story of Murder in a Small Town, begins on a steamy August night with two teenagers, brother and sister, on an evil mission deep in a rural Michigan forest. For one desperate moment headlights appear on the lonely access road. Will they be found out? Thus the story of one of state’s strangest criminal cases unfolds. Girl breaks up with boyfriend. He turns violent. She disappears without a trace. Then state police investigators set out on what at first looks like a fool’s journey. The story is colored by a bizarre Ouija board death prophesy and the roles of two psychics, a former practicing witch and a handsome young artist who is suspected of Satanism. The canny and elusive suspect taunts police and seems always to be one step ahead of them. When a key witness is daunted by uncharacteristic injuries, a mysterious medium tells him he is the victim of black magic practiced by the suspect’s grandmother. And when, after eight years, the suspect finally is brought to trial, he is represented by a Roman Catholic priest.”
Richard W Carson

Nancy Naigle
“Love’s kind of like sweet tea. The secret is all in having the patience to let it steep. ~ Pearl Clemmons (Sweet Tea and Secrets)”
Nancy Naigle, Sweet Tea and Secrets

“You want a wild ride, J.J.? I'll give it to you, hard and slow until you scream my name.”
Joya Ryan, Chasing Trouble

Victor Hugo
“[He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think.”
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“I must say, cowboy, I'm impressed. I was worried you could only handle eight seconds at a time.”
Joya Ryan, Chasing Trouble

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