In the South, Sunday morning sex is accompanied by church bells.
Confessions of a Failed Southern LadyWhat an absurdity to go and bury oneself in South America, where they are always having revolutions.
The ClocksYou're going to act like a happy man. I know, I know. It's the hardest role in the world.
South of BroadWhat we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.
South of the Border, West of the SunFor a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.
South of the Border, West of the Sun