The Sunday School teacher talked too much in the way our grade school teacher used to when she told us about George Washington. Pleasant, pretty stories, but not true. — Frances Farmer Copy Share Image
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
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
