“Rhubarb, I would have proposed when you were in pigtails and bobby sox.”
“You was always too busy pullen' little girls' pigtails when I give you the Holy Sperit.”
“I swear, Bobby Ray, you don’t have the sense the Lord gave a rabbit.”
“Gone are the days when the old country doctor would drive out to your house and amputate your infected leg for a basket of goose eggs and a rhubarb pie.”
“From The Red Sox Reader:"The Yankees may have always had the better players, but the Red Sox always had the better writers.”
“When the world began, there were no such things as monsters. Demons were just fallen angels who, booted out of Heaven and bored with Hell, wandered the Earth sticking little girls’ pigtails in inkwells and sinking the occasional continent.”