In America, we all come from somewhere else, and we carry along some dream myth of home: a notion that something - our point of origin, our roots, the home country - is out there. Bobbie Ann Mason americacarrycountry Change image and share on social
Writing about where I was from and the people I knew was not something that would have occurred to me early on, because like so many Southerners of that period - the Sixties - I rejected those things when I went north. Bobbie Ann Mason earlyknownorth share on social
I'm not very articulate. The reason I write is because I don't talk. Bobbie Ann Mason articulatereasontalk Change image and share on social
We had a cistern for water. My grandmother churned butter and made lye soap. She and my mother did the washing in a wash kettle outdoors, using a fire to heat the water. That's the way they did the wash until the 1950s. Bobbie Ann Mason 1950sbutterchurn share on social
I like to play with words and the sounds of words - that's extremely important to me. Bobbie Ann Mason extremelyimportantplay Change image and share on social
Writing a novel about World War II and the French Resistance was a challenge both sobering and thrilling. Bobbie Ann Mason challengefrenchresistance Change image and share on social
I grew up on the precursors to rock and roll, rhythm and blues. Bobbie Ann Mason bluegrowprecursor Change image and share on social
The way I see it, a clever cat prowls but calls home occasionally. Bobbie Ann Mason callcatclever Change image and share on social
I grew up on popular music, and rock-and-roll expresses very deep feelings of those people who don't have a lot. Bobbie Ann Mason deepexpressfeeling Change image and share on social
I grew up 150-200 miles from any city. You simply didn't have much connection with the outside world. So my dreams were always to get out. It's a familiar kind of thing, I think, for anybody in a small town. Bobbie Ann Mason cityconnectiondream share on social
