“Welcome to Tennessee, patron state of shootin' stuff.”
“Tennessee's a hillbilly dumping ground, and Georgia's a lousy state too.”
“Welcome to Hartford. The poorest city in the wealthiest state in the richest country on earth.”
“Louisville, an hour after dark, is a carpet of gilt thumbtacks below them, with straight, twinkling lines like strings of beads leading out from it. Southeastward now, toward the Tennessee state-line. ("Jane Brown's Body")”
“The patrons aren’t patronizing the store, and it’s not just the economy that’s keeping them out—it’s that nobody here likes to be patronized.”
“Ladies and Felines," he stated grandly, grasping the doorknob, "Welcome to Tir Na Nog. Land of endless winter and shitloads of snow.”