The real core of this book is about the open secrets that can fester in a community until an outsider raises questions.
J. Alexander GreenwoodStichwörter: murder small-town mystery-series pilate-s-cross
Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.
Pat ConroyStichwörter: nostalgia spring landscape south-carolina small-town
The people feel and look the same, like they've settled here even though they know there's something more-something better-just beyond where they are.
Small-town life.
Stichwörter: life small-town beyond courtney-summers fall-for-anything
It was like hundreds of roads he'd driven over - no different - a stretch of tar, lusterless, scaley, humping toward the center. On both sides were telephone poles, tilted this way and that, up a little, down...
Billboards - down farther an increasing clutter of them. Some road signs. A tottering barn in a waste field, the Mail Pouch ad half weathered away. Other fields. A large wood - almost leafless now - the bare branches netting darkly against the sky. Then down, where the road curved away, a big white farmhouse, trees on the lawn, neat fences - and above it all, way up, a television aerial, struck by the sun, shooting out bars of glare like neon. ("Thompson")
Stichwörter: road small-town americana suburbs 1950s
In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; for you will meet no one who can share it. We listen to eloquent speaking, read books and write them, settle all the affairs of the universe. The dumb village multitudes pass on unchanging; the feel of the spade in the hand is no different for all our talk: good seasons and bad follow each other as of old. The dumb multitudes are no more concerned with us than is the old horse peering through the rusty gate of the village pound. The ancient map-makers wrote across unexplored regions, 'Here are lions.' Across the villages of fishermen and turners of the earth, so different are these from us, we can write but one line that is certain, 'Here are ghosts.' ("Village Ghosts")
W.B. YeatsStichwörter: minority ghosts small-towns towns small-town village town villages
This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)
Kellie ElmoreStichwörter: poetry journey literature southern prose short-stories coming-of-age country inspiring finding-yourself small-town magic-in-the-backyard
Don't ever forget where you came from--especially if you don't even know where you are going.
Sara Marie HoggStichwörter: middle-america small-town rural the-fifties
A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.
Laura MillerStichwörter: grandmothers small-town butterfly-weeds
Every small town that I had ever been to had had a caboose.
Laura MillerStichwörter: small-town train butterfly-weeds caboose
I decide to make the most of the time we got left before she gets too big for this small town.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: time small-town make-the-most-of-it too-big
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