Flannery O'Connor
The Southern Catholic Who Wrote Stories About Grace in the Form of Violence
Grace comes hard to folks who ain't lookin' for it.
I was raised in red clay and rosary beads, and I never saw a better place to find God than in the crooked grin of a Bible-thumper or the bloody end of a misfit’s tale. I spent my life on this farm, writing stories that don’t flinch, because the truth don’t either. I reckon you’ll either laugh, shudder, or both — just don’t say I didn’t warn you.
What I'm Into: Misfits with a point to prove, Drunken philosophers, The Book of Revelation, Peacocks that won't be tamed, Sweet tea in the shade
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