Cathy Holton > Quotes

“I can’t just open myself up the way some people can. And down here, you’re raised a certain way. You’re taught to keep some things private, family matters especially. It’s just the way it’s done."

"Everyone worships the past but no one really wants to talk about it.”
― Cathy Holton, Summer in the South

“Everyone has a different story, and you have to ask yourself what motivates people to see reality the way they do.”
― Cathy Holton, Summer in the South

“Death smoothes the rough edges, obliterates the cruelties of the deceased. It makes heroes of monsters.”
― Cathy Holton, Summer in the South

“Sitting down in the evenings became a kind of torture, a bleak realization of her talents laid out against the bright shimmering fabric of her dreams. Yet she couldn’t stop, she couldn’t give up so easily. To stop writing completely produced in her a bleak and relentless depression, so she stubbornly persisted, plodding through endless drafts and revisions, telling herself she was learning something each time.”
― Cathy Holton, Summer in the South

“Yet she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop writing. She was like a medium receiving messages from the dead.”
― Cathy Holton, Summer in the South

“It was one way she had found to fill her solitary childhood, but it was more than that; the act of creation gave substance and shape to her life. It made order out of the chaos.”
― Cathy Holton, Summer in the South

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― Cathy Holton, Beach Trip

“You're just about as sweet and handy as a Braille Bible to a blind preacher.” Virginia”
― Cathy Holton, The Secret Lives of the Kudzu Debutantes

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― Cathy Holton, Beach Trip

“Being addicted to soft-porn romance novels in Ithaca, Georgia, was like filling a prescription for head lice or genital herpes. It just wasn’t the kind of thing you went around bragging about, not if you were a good Southern girl, anyway, from a good Southern family.”
― Cathy Holton, Revenge of the Kudzu Debutantes

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― Cathy Holton, Summer in the South

“But there was a different kind too, a slow, quiet contentment that built gradually over time, a feeling based on trust and fortitude, on the shared experiences of raising children, on grief and hardship and joy.”
― Cathy Holton, Beach Trip

“NITA BROADWELL SAT IN THE CAR-POOL LINE READING CAPTIVE Bride of the Choctaw. The love scenes were graphic, and made her feel restless and slightly queasy. She had started out reading Harlequin Romances but had quickly progressed to the harder stuff, and now she read about masters and slave girls, Indian braves and captive white women. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t stop. She had seen women like herself on afternoon talk shows, sad women who were addicted to alcohol, or food, or the Home Shopping Network. She wasn’t sure what a woman addicted to soft porn romance novels would be called, but she was pretty sure there was a name for it. She was pretty sure Oprah or Dr. Phil would know what it was called.”
― Cathy Holton, Revenge of the Kudzu Debutantes