Biloxi Quotes

I’m a black kid from Biloxi, Han-Han. What the fuck do I know about hockey?

We've got priests and prostitutes and a gay girl from Biloxi. Yep, just your average Christmas morning.

Parker spent two weeks on the white sand beach at Biloxi, and on a white sandy bitch named Belle.

Once I woke up in a sewage treatment facility in Biloxi, but that’s another story.)

So, why are you in Biloxi?" ... Bran didn't move, but there was a subtle change in him as he watched her. "I thought the reason I was here was obvious." "Do you mean because of me?" Asking that left her feeling exposed even if she'd made it clear that things between them were just about having fun. "I am here because of you.

i remember el salvador, /n it’s horse shit, like i tell you. i stopped chasing the messiahs /n madonnas - wised up, set myself straight. i’ve laid em /n balled em in every half-way house south of biloxi, every 10 cent bed west of tulsa, fucked /n slobbered myself stupid on swingsets, greyhounds /n gas station floors the world over. i’ve split em in half from head to ass in elevator shafts, plus-size fitting rooms, in the lobbies of sheraton inns /n kfc parking lots - fucked em everywhere every way that i could. someone else can fuck em now. i’m done w/ el salvador. i know her militias her perfume, munitions, her missing hubcaps /n posters of paris. i know her goyas, her barricades, her paintboxes /n bookshelves of baudelaire, her banners, her bullshit /n paris can keep her.

I looked around the garden, the sun feeling warm on my back. "So why are you here? I would think you'd want to be as far away from a hurricane as possible." She looked at me as if I'd just suggested streaking down the beach. It took her a moment to answer. "Because this is home." She wanted to see if the words registered with me, but I just looked back at her, not understanding at all. After a deep breath, she looked up at a tall oak tree beyond the garden, its leaves still green against the early October sky, the limbs now thick with foliage. "Because the water recedes, and the sun comes out, and the trees grow back. Because" -she spread her hands, indicated the garden and the trees and, I imagined, the entire peninsula of Biloxi- "because we've learned that great tragedy gives us opportunities for great kindness. It's like a needed reminder that the human spirit is alive and well despite all evidence to the contrary." She lowered her hands to her sides. "I figured I wasn't dead, so I must not be done

The Midnight Dance of the Universal Desk Sergeant, a performance that is somehow the same whether the precinct house is in Boston or Biloxi. Was there ever a desk sergeant who didn’t peer out over reading glasses? Was there ever a desk man who wanted to be bothered with police work at three in the morning? Was any station house desk ever manned by anything but aging civil servants, six months from their pensions, whose every movement seemed slower than death itself?

Last summer I picked up a yellow scrap of newspaper and read of a Biloxi election in 1948, and in it I caught the smell of history more pungently than from the metal marker telling of the French and Spanish two hundred years ago and the Yankees one hundred years ago. 1948. What a faroff time.

Great trial lawyers aren't born; they're made. The great ones simply tell the jury a story...

EUGENE. I admire what you did back there, Arnold. You remind me of my brother, sometimes. He was always standing up for his principles too. ARNOLD. Principles are okay. But sometimes they get in the way of reason. EUGENE. Then how do you know which one is the right one? ARNOLD. You have to get involved. You don't get involved enough, Eugene EUGENE. What do you mean? ARNOLD. You're a witness. You're always standing around watching what's happening. Scribbling in your book what other people do. You have to get in the middle of it. You have to take sides. Make a contribution to the fight. EUGENE. What fight? ARNOLD. Any fight. The one you believe in. EUGENE. Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like I’m invisible. Like The Shadow. I can see everyone else, but they can’t see me. That’s what I think writers are. Sort of invisible. EPSTEIN. Not Tolstoy. Not Dostoyevsky. Not Herman Melville. EUGENE. Yeah. I have to read those guys.

Visitors to the lower stretches of the Pascagoula River may notice something strange: an eerie, low humming sound, beckoning from the dark waters. The unusual sound, sometimes described as similar to that of a swarm of bees, is said locally to be the last haunting refrain of the vanished Pascagoula Indians, who marched into the river to drown, singing as they went, rather than fight or be enslaved by the invading Biloxi Indians. In tribute to the tragic legend and the strange echoes of this faded past, locals often refer to the buzzing waters as the Singing River.

A man named Biloxi. 'Blocks' Biloxi, and he made boxes—that's a fact—and he was from Biloxi, Tennessee.

from all operations. He notified the state liquor board and demanded it pull the nightclub’s license to sell alcohol. And, he hand-delivered a copy of the lawsuit to the Gulf Coast Register. The newspaper obliged with a front-page story. His war had begun. Not surprisingly, Ginger Redfield hired Joshua Burch to defend her nightclub, and, in a blustery rebuttal, he denied any criminal wrongdoing and asked the court to dismiss the charges. Jesse pushed hard for an expedited hearing, but Burch proved adept at delaying matters.

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They agreed to go their separate ways on Sundays and had no idea what would happen when children entered the picture.

The ship was sinking and the rats were jumping overboard.

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You ever met anyone who’s served time in Parchman prison?” “Yes sir. Met a guy in Angola who served time there.” “I’m sure he was happy to be out of there.” “Yes sir. Said it’s the worst place in the country.

McClure turned, pointed an angry finger at Hugh, and said, “This man is a cold-blooded killer who deserves the death penalty.” All twelve glared at the defendant. The courtroom was still, silent. Though the first witness had yet to be called, the trial was over. Hugh absorbed the words without flinching. He was determined to look

An escape was impossible, so he lost unconsciousness when anyone entered the room.

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Fats knew the playbook and was adept at the dirty tricks: stuffing ballot boxes, raising large sums of unreported money, buying blocks of votes, spreading lies, intimidating voters, harassing poll workers, bribing election officials, and voting dead people with absentee ballots.

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The element of danger was always in the background, though rarely discussed. With Keith in law school, Beverly and Laura at Southern Miss, and Tim headed

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He boarded the Pan American Clipper, said hello as always to Captain Pete, walked past a row of slot machines, and found a seat on the top deck, away from the other passengers. He faced south, toward Ship Island, which was not visible.

The children learned English, taught it to their parents, and rarely spoke the mother tongues at home.

Yes, okay, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have admonished Mr. Rudy, and I ask you to continue as if the word ‘crooked’ had not been uttered.” At that moment, and for hours to come, the dominant word in the jurors’ thoughts and discussions was, and would be, of course, “crooked.

Biloxi Bounce House & Waterslides, located in Pascagoula, MS, is your go-to destination for all fun-filled inflatable rentals. They provide a vast range of bounce houses, from themed ones for kids' parties to more traditional ones for any occasion. Alongside, they offer a thrilling assortment of water slide rentals, transforming your backyard into a mini water park! Each inflatable is regularly sanitized, meticulously inspected for safety, and delivered with punctuality.

lay in wait to ambush the corporate mouthpieces sent down to protect the treasured assets of Old Potomac Casualty. They tried to defend their actions by hiding behind the field reports, all of which clearly proved the damages in question were caused by water, not wind. One executive, startled by the ferocity of the attack by

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Figuring out that I wasn’t going to Biloxi—that was step one of my cunning plan for reintegrating into society.

She mentally ran through the new dishes for that evening, including the new jambalaya, which would be daringly made with pasta instead of the traditional rice. It was a risk to make such a drastic change to one of New Orleans's most beloved dishes, but if she managed to pull this off, T&J's would be the talk of the town! She wouldn't be surprised if people came in from as far as Biloxi, or even Jackson, Mississippi, to try her new recipe.

I’ll see you on the other side.

Though he had left Cleveland decades earlier, he had managed to hang on to his nasal, clipped, Upper Midwest accent that was like nails on a chalkboard to anyone south of Memphis.

Naw, we still have the votes statewide. I can’t imagine Mississippi ever electing a Republican governor. Your religion won’t matter. We just need some new talent.

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She appeared to be about fifty years old, with long stringy gray hair, and lots of wrinkles. In

Cassie got in her truck.She didnt own much , but it was all there with her.A vintage Balabushka pool cue won fair & square; a backpackfrom a Boy Scout packed with Laura,s letters.a phone number in Biloxi.Her tools ,her boots ,her clothes,some books;she had a .22 pistol ,a Ruger Single-Six,strapped to her ankle.She had three hundred thousand in cash in a metal box behind her seat . She drove away .

He only gives me faux jewelry. Even my engagement ring is a fake. He says you never know what can happen—why tempt somebody to rob you? I guess he figures that if I get shot for my diamonds, at least he’ll have the satisfaction of knowing that the real ones are locked up in the safe.” —Bobbette, Biloxi, MS

Yes, seriously. I’m a black kid from Biloxi, Han-Han. What the fuck do I know about hockey?