Crapalachia Quotes

“I knew he believed in something that none of us ever do anymore. He believed in the nastiest word in the world. He believed in KINDNESS. Please tell me you remember kindness. Please tell me you remember kindness and joy, you cool motherfuckers.”
― Scott McClanahan, Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place

“I never look at a painting and ask, "Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?" It's just a painting.”
― Scott McClanahan, Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place

“There was one face that looked like another face before it and then another face that looked like the face before it. This went all the way back until the beginning of time. Who knew what this face would look like a thousand years from now. Me?”
― Scott McClanahan, Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place

“That's the best way to do anything--get a bunch of poor people to do it.”
― Scott McClanahan, Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place

“Stories can actually rearrange continents if they're told long enough.”
― Scott McClanahan, Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place

“I sat in school and I read about how everything changes even in Crapalachia. I read about how the miners became machines, and the loggers became the machines and the tiny roads turned into interstates and the towns became fast food drive thru's and gas stations and the people became people to serve tourists and let the tourists laugh at their accents.”
― Scott McClanahan, Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place

“And so they went to faraway places like San Francisco, California, and Washington, DC, and Richmond, VA. And New York City, NY. And they never saw one another and they did what everyone does, they started living the same old boring fucking story. It's a story full of death and dying, living and life, tits and ass and balls and dicks and pussy. It's an old, old, old story that always begins – they begat and they begat and they begat. Now a million crazy babies explode from our smiles and start running all over the world so wild and screaming, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! SHIT!”
― Scott McClanahan, Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place

“There was one face that looked like another face before it and then another face that looked like the face before it. This went all the way back to the beginning of time. Who knew what this face would look like a thousand years from now. Me?”
― Scott McClanahan, Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place