Harry Crews (June 7, 1935 – March 28, 2012) was a prolific novelist whose often freakish characters populate a strange, violent, and darkly humorous South. He was also the author of a widely lauded memoir, A Childhood: The Biography of a Place, about growing up poor in rural south Georgia. Crews focused much of his work on the poor white South, influencing a growing number of younger writers to do the same, including Larry Brown and Tim McLaurin. (Click here for full New Georgia Encyclopedia article)
Doubt makes a man decent.
Men to whom God is dead worship one another.
So far as I can see, nothing good in the world has ever been done by well-rounded people. The good work is done by people with jagged, broken edges, because those edges cut things and leave an imprint, a design.
Speaks well of a man to need a little something in this world. I wouldn't trust a man who could git through it cold sober.
Survival is triumph enough.
Teaching, real teaching, is- or ought to be- a messy business.
There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.
There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else.
What the artist owes the world is his work; not a model for living.
Yeah, everything breaking down now. But that's all right. It's supposed to break down.
You have to go to considerable trouble to live differently from the way the world wants you to live.