Appalachia Quotes

What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.

~ Bill Bryson

If it ran, a Bean would shoot it. If it fell, a Bean would eat it.

~ Carolyn Chute

If it ran, a Bean would eat it. If it fell, a Bean would eat it.

~ Carolyn Chute

Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed to inspire me: Yardscrabble, Big Log, Upper, Middle and Lower Pigsty, Chicken Scratch, Cooterville, Felchville, Dust Rag, Dough Bag, Uranus Ridge, Big Bottom, Hooter Holler, Quickskillet, Buck Wallow, Possum Strut ... We always say a picture speaks a thousand words, but isn’t the opposite equally true?

~ Sol Luckman

True, beneath the human façade, I was an interloper, an alien whose ship had crashed beyond hope of repair in the backwoods of Southern Appalachia—but at least I’d learned to walk and talk enough like the locals to be rejected as one of their own.

~ Sol Luckman

Nothing else in the whole wide world matters as much as avenging your sister.

~ Jason Jack Miller

It's Coke, my man. You really think I'm going to let you pour any more alcohol into your body tonight?

~ Jason Jack Miller

Yeah, but a hellbender never dies. You ever see a dead one?

~ Jason Jack Miller

Here's how I'll tell you what I think—if you see white smoke then you know I picked a new pope. And if I'm drinking a Snapple then you know I don't give a shit.

~ Jason Jack Miller

You are not a handgun. More like a pellet gun. Maybe even a slingshot.

~ Jason Jack Miller

Preston Black couldn't sleep the whole night through, Preston Black couldn't sleep the whole night through. He'd lay in bed 'til the morning came, but the devil'd visit him just the same. Preston Black couldn't sleep the whole night through.

~ Jason Jack Miller

We're all Hitler inside. We're all Christ inside. I'm not keen on the idea, but it's true, isn't it? We've all got a little bit of the devil in us.

~ Jason Jack Miller

Music lets you write your own checks. Don't ever forget that.

~ Jason Jack Miller

It was still late summer elsewhere, but here, high in Appalachia, fall was coming; for the last three mornings, she'd been able to see her breath. The woods, which started twenty feet back from her backdoor like a solid wall, showed only hints of the impending autumn. A few leaves near the treetops had turned, but most were full and green. Visible in the distance, the Widow's Tree towered above the forest. Its leaves were the most stubborn, tenaciously holding on sometimes until spring if the winter was mild. It was a transitional period, when the world changed its cycle and opened a window during which people might also change, if they had the inclination.

~ Alex Bledsoe