I ask now, standing with my scissors among my flowers, Where can the shadow enter? [. . .] I am sick of the body, I am sick of my own craft, industry and cunning, of the unscrupulous ways of the mother who protects, who collects under her jealous eyes at one long table her own children, always her own.

We should confide in each other. We shouldn't keep things fro each other. I mean, we've known each other for over twenty years,for God's sake.

There are more dog owners in America than there are conservatives.

Daddy gave me real useful information to protect me in the real world. If anyone hits me, I'm not to hit them back. I wait until their back is turned, then hit them in the head with a brick.

Written By Fannie Flagg

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