Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

by Fannie Flagg

“Lord, don’t move my mountain, just give me the strength to climb

We were happy and didn’t know it.

I live every day like it could be my last.

Does anybody know a good baby-sitter for a husband

I loved that man better than anything in the world. But you go through a period when you start to get on one another’s nerves.

everybody has their little quirks.

sometimes I just need to take off for a while. I feel like I need my freedom.

I will not have you acting like white trash.

“I know you’d get by, but I’d like to think you’d have somebody to love and take care of you.

Men! Can’t live with them, and can’t live without them.

Those two little balls opened the door to everything. They were the credit cards she needed to get ahead, to be listened to, to be taken seriously.

And after a while down there, the only difference between the men and the guards is the gun. Most of those guards are pretty simpleminded old boys

a no-good nigger is just no good, but a low-down white man is lower than a dog.’

Miss Ruth is a lady and always knew when to leave a party,

“Let’s face it, honey, I’m older than you are and have more insurance than you do”

but they have their sorrows, just like the rest of us.

I don’t know what’s worse—going to jail or having to be nice to the preacher for the rest of my life.”

His idea of how the country was doing had been determined by the size of the butts he picked up off the sidewalks.

The ones that hurt the most always say the least.

she clapped her hands, as excited as a child on Christmas.

Those long, hard nights when

where a man had to sleep with one eye open and be ready to kill or be killed in an instant.

Evelyn stopped the car and sat there, sobbing like her heart would break, wondering why people had to get old and die.

Don’t know what to say about leaving, so I won’t say much.