Ya got cigarettes? she asks. Yes, I say,I got cigarettes. Matches? she asks.Enough to burn Rome. Whiskey?Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain. You drunk? Not yet. - Charles Bukowski
Jonah shifts to lean back a little farther, moaning as he does. Holy heck, my leg hurts, he says, still with that strained, forced lightness.Again, Hallelujah mimics his tone. ‘Holy heck’? That’s cutting it close.I have a gash in my leg the size of the Mississippi. I can say whatever I want. - Kathryn Holmes
Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and there discovered was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi. - Oprah Winfrey