How often have I lain under rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. - William Faulkner
In the South, perhaps more than any other region, we go back to our home in dreams and memories, hoping it remains what it was on a lazy, still summer's day twenty years ago. - Willie Morris
He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death. - Cormac McCarthy
When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Ireland.
- J. P. Donleavy "The Ginger Man"
