William Gay Quotes

“Mad faces turned toward the hot sky.
They demanded god smite all these whore mongers and adulterers, honky-tonk brawlers, whiskey drinking fornicators.
That not even the young be spared for evil ran through them like a fault line.”
― William Gay, The Lost Country

“He was driving into a world where the owls roosted with the chickens. Where folks kept Whip-poor-wills for pets and didn't get the Saturday Night Opry till Monday morning.”
― William Gay, I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down: Collected Stories