I'm from the Mississippi delta originally.
I don't remember any impression [from blues].The blues was just everywhere in the Mississippi Delta. It was mostly black sharecroppers living there, and there was a lot of blues around. Sometimes the guys would sing the blues in the fields, working.
I went to college in Mississippi; I'm from Louisiana.
I am determined to get every Negro in the state of Mississippi registered.
In Mississippi, you don’t admit that you’re gay. It’s just an awkward thing down South, which is sad.
I always wanted to grow up fast. I longed for more than the Mississippi Delta could give.
Everyone thinks because you're from the south you know everyone down there, but it's not like that; I never knew nothing about no Mississippi.
Very few writers understand the complex history and maddening social order of the Mississippi Delta. For Steve Yarbrough, though, it's home turf. He is wickedly observant, funny, cynical, evocative, and he possesses a gift that cannot be taught: he can tell a story.
When you educate a woman, you set her free. Had I not had books and education in Mississippi, I would have believed that's all there was.
I was always singing the way I felt, and maybe I didn't exactly know it, but I just didn't like the way things were down there-in Mississippi.