Born Virginia Marshall but nicknamed Gig, my mother was a home economics teacher who had come all the way across the whole state of Virginia, from her home on the Eastern Shore to our little Appalachian coal town to marry… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
I was raised in a little church, the Grundy Methodist Church, that was very straight-laced, but I had a friend whose mother spoke in tongues. I was just wild for this family. My own parents were older, and they were… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
“And I belive I am too, and if you think that is awful, then you dont understand a thing.” — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
Certainly I was a very religious child, a deeply weird and very emotional child, an only child with lots of imaginary friends and a… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
I have always been interested in religion, especially in forms of ecstatic religion, where people are touched directly by the Spirit and go completely… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
Born Virginia Marshall but nicknamed Gig, my mother was a home economics teacher who had come all the way across the whole state of… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
I had always dreamed of living in Chapel Hill. When I was a college student at Hollins University in Virginia, I came down to… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
I think what happens to young writers is that they use up every life experience that they have had up to that point for… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
I am so sorry to see the state of reading in such decline. I think it says something really scary and terrible about us… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
“...for in the world of the mad, time is not a continuum but a fluid, shifting place, relative to nothing.” — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
“I had before me an object lesson, I thought: two ways to face the world. One way as embodied by this old woman—simple, unassuming,… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
“To much has happened too fast Dear Diary. What I want is for nothing to happen at all. I don't even want good things… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
“Perhaps any life is such: different stories like different strands, each distinct in itself, each true, yet wound together to form one rope, one… — Lee Smith Copy Share Image
