I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them. — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
Never console yourself into believing that the terror has passed, for it looms as large and evil today as it did in the despicable era of Bedlam. But I must relate the horrors as I recall them, in the hope… — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
That satisfied me until I began to figure that if God loved all his children equally, why did he bother about my red hat… — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget. — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
If a person is treated like a patient, they are apt to act like one. — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream. — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
It puzzled me that other people hadn't found out, too. God was gone. We were younger. We had reached past him. Why couldn't they… — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
Never console yourself into believing that the terror has passed, for it looms as large and evil today as it did in the despicable… — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness… — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
For eight years I was an inmate in a state asylum for the insane. During those years I passed through such unbearable terror that… — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
