Rick Bragg
Rick Bragg
Rick Braggis an American journalist and writer known for non-fiction books, especially those about his family in Alabama. He won a Pulitzer Prize in 1996 recognizing his work at The New York Times...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth26 July 1959
CountryUnited States of America
success common poor
It is a common condition of being poor...you are always afraid that the good things in your life are temporary, that someone can take them away, because you have no power beyond your own brute strength to stop them.
garden hoe people
Momma kept a garden, which sounds romantic to people who have never held a hoe
love-you thinking worry
Don’t worry about what people think, because once it’s all over the people who love you will make you what they want you to be, and the people who don’t love you will, too.
dream book ideas
But I hope I will never have a life that is not surrounded by books, by books that are bound in paper and cloth and glue, such perishable things for ideas have lasted thousands of years . . . I hope I am always walled in by the very weight and breadth and clumsy, inefficient, antiquated bulk of them, hope that I spend my last days on this Earth arranging and rearranging them on thrones of good, honest pine, oak, and mahogany, because I just like to look at their covers, and dream of the promise of the great stories inside.
inspirational shells matter
Every life deserves a certain amount of dignity, no matter how poor or damaged the shell that carries it.
baby stars grandma
This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.
mother dream morning
I began reading Harper Lee's novel in the skimpy shade of a pine outside my grandmother's house, fat beagles pressing against me, begging for attention, ignored. At dark, I kept reading, first on the couch, a bologna sandwich in one hand, then in my bed, by the light of a 60-watt bulb hanging from the ceiling on an orange drop cord. When my mother came in from her job as a maid and unplugged my chandelier, I replayed the story in my head until it was crowded out by dreams. I woke the next morning, smelling biscuits, and reached for the book again.
men people hatred
Like most men, Jimmy Jim was neither all good nor all bad. It is just that when he was bad, gentler people saw in him a disturbing fury. People, a lot them, don't understand fury. They understand anger and even hatred, but fury is one of those old words that have gone out of style. Jimmy Jim Bundrum understood it. It rode his shoulder like a parrot.
men dragons ice
It is easy to be liked when the world has no jagged edges, when life is electric blankets and peach ice cream. But to be beloved, a man needs a dragon.
believe writing life-and-death
I believe that if we are going to write about life and death, we should not do it from the cheap seats.
book pages kind
It was a good moment, the kind you would like to press between the pages of a book, or hide in your sock drawer, so you could touch it again.
hate wish machines
You do not hate the time you waste; it evokes a much more passive emotion than that. You only wish you had it back, like a quarter in an unlucky slot machine.
book writing thinking
I don't think there's a difference between writing for a newspaper or magazine and doing a chapter in a book.
It wasn't that I had gotten it right . . . but that I had gotten true.