Aunt Mimi possessed a horror of silence, which she battled with endless chat. The Typhoid Mary of the Telephone started her calls at 6:30 each morning. — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
Mother believed in enjoying herself. Aunt Mimi believed in enjoying herself, then feeling guilty about it. — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
“The most revolutionary thing you can do is to be yourself, to speak your truth, to open your arms to life including the pain.… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
Content without style is propaganda or adolescence. Style without content is decadence. — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
Whenever I doubt the existence of God or the Goddess, I look at horses. Only God could have made a horse. — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
Language is decanted and shared. If only one person is left alive speaking a language - the case with some American Indian languages -… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
“what would happen if she'd open her eyes and see only dark and feel satin from the coffin? That'd scare her enough to kill… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
“You know, it’s hell to work with a cat. They really are smarter than we are. Have you ever gotten anyone to feed you,… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
I don't want to die. I think death is a greatly overrated experience. — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
Leroy bet me I couldn't find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
