Keith Hudson

“The people of Cody like you to think that Buffalo Bill was a native son. In fact, I’m awfully proud to tell you, he was an Iowa native, born in the little town of Le Claire in 1846. The people of Cody, in one of the more desperate commercial acts of this century, bought Buffalo Bill’s birthplace and re-erected it in their town, but they are lying through their teeth when they hint that he was a local. And the thing is, they have a talented native son of their own. Jackson Pollock, the artist, was born in Cody. But they don’t make anything of that because, I suppose, Pollock was a complete wanker when it came to shooting buffalo.”
― Bill Bryson, The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-Town America

“Susan took a sheet of paper and pinned it to the fridge door amongst all the other kids’ pictures: frogs, princesses, unicorns, dragons, and monster trucks. All of which looked as if they’d been done during Picasso’s Off His Face period. The new one was some sort of dinosaur/”
― Stuart MacBride, Now We Are Dead

“I would not tell them too much," said Holmes. "Women are never to be entirely trusted,—not the best of them.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of the Four

“New Hampshire is guys in hunting caps and pickup trucks with number plates bearing the feisty slogan ‘Live Free or Die.”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail