No one remembers her beginnings. Mothers and aunts tell us about infancy and early childhood, hoping we won't forget the past when they had total control over our lives and secretly praying that because of it, we'll include them in… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
When Mother died I was both freed and abandoned, as are we all at this profound juncture in our lives. — 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
