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Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe






“I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.”

“You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.”

“The ones that hurt the most always say the least.”

“Face it girls. I'm older and I have more insurance.”


“It's funny, when you're a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you're on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did on me.”

“What was this power, this insidious threat, this invisible gun to her head that controlled her life . . . this terror of being called names?
She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn't be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn't be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn't be called frigid; had children so she wouldn't be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn't want to be called queer and a man hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn't be called a bitch . . .
She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry.”


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