Anne McAneny Quotes

#1. the Ben Franklin Bridge that would take her back to the City of Brotherly Love and to the comforts of her messy home. Relief should have been the last thing on her mind since the bridge spanned the Schuylkill River,

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#2. once said that a mother could only be as happy as her saddest child.

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#3. Red next to black is a friend of Jack; red next to yellow will kill a fellow.

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#4. Hoop smiled and slugged her arm in return. "You do know, don't you, Macy?" "Know what?" "That all the money in the world can't bring you happiness." "Course

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#5. could damn well die in this cursed storage unit, but I sure as shit refused to be defeated by a condiment, especially one I didn't like.

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#6. I backed away from his flash, my relationship with cameras contradictory at best, schizophrenic at worst.

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#7. with an unexpected wave in the middle and a mild curl at the ends. A hat maker would have deemed it a wide head while a modeling agency would regard it as round,

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#8. The art depicts duplicity and depravity," he said, "but its purpose is to counteract the human tendency to fill in the blanks with goodness. We do that instinctively, and in ignorance, to compensate for breaches of the soul so deplorable that we can barely fathom them." I

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#9. Often," she said, "physical ailments drive the mental. The brain is an organ, after all. Someday, people will understand that better and stop treating mental disorders as if they're this untouchable entity separated from the biological, like an ugly secret hiding beneath our skulls.

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#10. I'm reminded on a monthly basis that I'm a damn Yankee." "What's makes you a damn Yankee?" "It's a Yankee who comes down and stays." He

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#11. Sam's a - pardon my French - chicken-shit-paper-thin liar whose word is as good as a slaughterhouse bird promising golden eggs." If

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#12. The terrors ingrained in a child went deeper than any anxiety acquired as an adult. The fear bred itself right into growing bones, mellowed into hatred, and became part of the DNA. In my case, it laced the edges of every cell, like heroin and equally addictive. The

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