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	Quotation[0] = "She thought about people who drove though Crow County or flew by on the new highway without even realizing there was a whole town beyond the mountains on either side of them.  If they saw this place, if they drove by Free Creek and saw her house with her and El sitting on the porch while she broke beans and he drank his beer, she knew what they would think.  They would consider these people on the porch and wonder how they stood living such little lives, stuck in a small town where nothing ever happened.  A place where the stores closed up at dusk and nobody famous ever came to speak or sing in a concert hall.  A place where nobody important in their eyes had ever been born or lived.  They would feel sorry for the people on the porch and the smallness of their existences and be thankful that they themselves lived in places where there were fancy restaurants and tall buildings and jobs that you had to get dressed up for.";
	Quotee[0] = "Silas House<br /><em>The Coal Tattoo</em>";
	Quotation[1] = "Land is so fragile—it can be taken by flood or fire or a piece of banker’s paper—that it is best to build a life inside oneself that can be planted anywhere and held onto until the last breath.";
	Quotee[1] = "Denise Giardina<br /><em>The Unquiet Earth</em>";
	Quotation[2] = "I have written to you because a world into which I was born, a world that nurtured and sustained me, has mysteriously disappeared. My darkest fear is that Piedmont, West Virginia, will cease to exist, if some executives on Park Avenue decide that it is more profitable to build a complete new paper mill elsewhere than to overhaul one a century old. Then they would close it, just as they did in Cumberland with Celanese, and Pittsburgh Plate Glass, and the Kelly-Springfield Tire Company. The town will die, but our people will not move. They will not be moved. Because for them, Piedmont—snuggled between the Allegheny Mountains and the Potomac River Valley—is life itself.";
	Quotee[2] = "Henry Louis Gates, Jr.<br /><em>Colored People</em>";	
	Quotation[3] = "…our young people didn’t learn the history of their own place, yet it was clear that the more we knew about our own place, the more we were apt to care about it, and to want to take care of it. But that history was ignored or obscured. Bankers and industrialists had named mountain towns after themselves, as if our communities hadn’t had names already. If you looked underneath these names on the maps and roadsigns, you’d find the old names, given by the settlers. Underneath Barton—Spring Creek; under van den Berg—Red Oak; under McEwing—Pick Britches. These industrialists had robbed the region not only of its mineral wealth, but even of its names. And thus of memory and a sense of the past.";
	Quotee[3] = "Jim Wayne Miller<br /><em>His First, Best Country</em>";
	Quotation[4] = "<em>You’re a wanderer</em>, Aunt Margaret had told me. <em>It’s the way you look at the mountains; you want to know what’s on the other side. And you’ll never come near being content till you do know.</em> I was eight years old and we were picking blackberries on the east slope of Sassafras Mountain. We had come early, dew soaking our shoes as we sidled up land slanted as a barn roof, shiny milk pails in our hands. Morning sun brightened the mountainside as our first berries pinged the metal. Black-and-yellow writing spiders had cast their webs between some of the bushes, and dew beads twinkled across them like strung diamonds. My fingers purpled as my pail began slowly to fill, a soft, cushiony sound as berry fell on berry.";
	Quotee[4] = "Ron Rash<br /><em>Saints at the River</em>";
	Quotation[5] = "Ben had been the same way. All those years he’d never once given voice to the pain he felt, whether it was pain from another skin graft or from a classmate’s cruelty. Maybe that was what happened when people grew up in a place where mountains shut them in, kept everything turned inward, buffered them from everything else. How long did it take before that landscape became internalized, was passed down generation to generation like blood type or eye color?";
	Quotee[5] = "Ron Rash<br /><em>Saints at the River</em>";
	Quotation[6] = "Many hillbillies in the mass media are there to make the normative middle-class urban spectator feel better about the system of money and power that has him or her in its grasp. Someone is always beneath us, lending proof that the twig on which we stand is really the rung of a ladder leading upward to something we must defend with our lives.";
	Quotee[6] = "J.W. Williamson<br /><em>Hillbillyland</em>";
	
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