Top 100 Franny Quotes
#1. Lane watched her for a moment with mounting irritation. Quite probably, he resented and feared any signs of detachment in a girl he was seriously dating. In any case, he surely was concerned over the possibility that this bug Franny had might bitch up the whole weekend.
J.D. Salinger
#2. Safer than we are." I told Franny. "Safer than love." "let me tell ya kid," Franny said to me, squeezing my hand. "Everything's safer than love.
John Irving
#3. For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.
J.D. Salinger
#4. Oh, it's lovely to see you!' Franny said as the cab moved off. 'I've missed you.' The words were no sooner out than she realized that she didn't mean them at all.
J.D. Salinger
#5. I go to Franny's in Brooklyn a lot. It's just a casual Italian place, but I could eat there every day.
Daniel Humm
#6. Franny, you are the genuine article. You are solid. You are certain. You are like a refrigerator. You hum.
Kate DiCamillo
#7. Franny liked this moment most of all: being alone in the kitchen after almost everything was finished, and listening to the assembled guests chatting happily, knowing they were soon to be fed.
Emma Straub
#8. Lord love you," Ms. Eulalie said, "but you tell lies like Ms. Franny sings: hard to listen to and even harder to believe.
Kristin Walker
#9. Franny and Leo didn't talk about marriage, except sometimes sentimentally in bed, his hands spreading wide across her back, and even then it was only to say how quickly they would have married had it not been for the future and the past. What
Ann Patchett
#10. God almighty, Franny," he said. "If you're going to say the Jesus Prayer, at least say it to Jesus, and not to St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all wrapped up in one. Keep him in mind if you say it, and him only, and him as he was and not as you'd like him to have been.
J.D. Salinger
#11. Teenagers and younger children did not need to sit in business class, let alone first - that was Franny's philosophy. The extra room was for people who could appreciate it, truly appreciate it, and she did.
Emma Straub
#12. All the stories go with you, Franny thought, closing her eyes. All the things I didn't listen to, won't remember, never got right, wasn't around for. All
Ann Patchett
#13. Once Charles arrived, Franny would start laughing the way she had when she was twenty-four, and the rest of them could start setting one another on fire for all she cared. That's what best friends did: ruin people for everyone else.
Emma Straub
#15. Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.
J.D. Salinger
#16. Runny's Nicpic
One day Runny Babbit
Met little Franny Fog.
He said, "Let's have a nicpic
Down by the lollow hog."
He brought some cutter bookies,
Some teanuts and some pea.
And what did Franny Fog bring?
Her whole fog framily.
Shel Silverstein
#17. Franny gave her sister a tired smile. "Oh, my love," she said. "What do the only children do?"
"We'll never have to know," Caroline said.
Ann Patchett
#18. Franny looked at them up on the porch, everyone softened by the veil of the screen, by the light that was slanting in behind them, by the bank of yellow lilies that separated them from her. It was not unlike seeing tigers at the zoo.
Ann Patchett
#19. Your guilt's got nothing on my guilt," Franny said. "Your guilt isn't even in the ballpark.
Ann Patchett
#20. force them to band together. Jim imagined himself and Franny striding into a Mallorcan courtroom, the bump on Franny's head now the size of a tennis ball, hard proof of Antoni's negligence. "And how are you?" Charles asked. He purposefully
Emma Straub
#21. Franny Armstrong is a mother of three and a grandmother of four. Her husband supports her imagination and has the patience of a saint. She's been writing since she was a child, creating plays to act out in front of the neighborhood children.
Franny Armstrong
#22. In this world," Franny once observed, "just as you're trying to think of yourself as memorable, there is always someone who forgets that that they have met you.
John Irving
#23. I sighed and closed my eyes, thumping my head against the bookcase. You take biology? Oh yeah, Franny. What a great fucking pick-up line.
Tahlie Purvis
#24. Now whenever Franny or Jim spoke to someone who kept a car in Manhattan, they reacted with quiet horror, like people who'd been subjected to the rantings of a mentally ill person at a cocktail party.
Emma Straub
#25. Somebody's going to have to make the money to buy you all those books."
"They're free," Franny said. "I check them out of the library."
"Well, thank God for libraries," Caroline said.
Ann Patchett
#26. When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?
Alice Sebold
#27. Some people smoked crack in alleyways. Franny ate chocolate. On the scale of things, it seemed entirely reasonable.
Emma Straub
#28. Rosy waited as long as she dared then sat forward and let her eye rove Franny's lounge, up and down the shelves, looking for something, not even sure she could bring herself to act if she saw it again, already convinced this was her worst ever idea
R.G. Manse
#29. My all-time favorite rock and roll players were Scotty Moore, Chuck Berry and Franny Beecher, and I listened to the country playing of Merle Travis.
Alvin Lee
#30. Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before
Alice Sebold
#31. You don't mind when he stares at you." Cecil jerked his head toward Eldric.
"He doesn't stare," I said. "He looks.
Franny Billingsley
#32. How many bones did he set?" I cared about it much less than they did. It's my Florence Nightingale calm, I suppose.
There was a pause.
"Twenty-seven," said Father.
There was a question mark in that pause. "How many bones are in the hand?"
Another pause.
"Twenty-seven," said Eldric.
Franny Billingsley
#33. Should I ever again sink into illness, I'm sure I'll remember Eldric. I'll remember he cared for me. I'll remember that someone had at least taken the time to touch my face.
Franny Billingsley
#34. Our parents teach us the very first things we learn. They teach us about hearts.
Franny Billingsley
#35. A poem doesn't come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail and making you guess what it means.
Franny Billingsley
#36. You can outrun your memories, but sometime, you will have to stop. And when you do, there will always be Stepmother, waiting to be remembered.
Franny Billingsley
#37. It's strange how a person can have a distinct distaste for herself, but still she clutches on to life.
Franny Billingsley
#38. I am entirely well," said Eldric, "which has Dr. Rannigan exploring first one theory, then another, trying to understand. But not being a man of science, I don't care about understanding. I simply want to go outside and break a few windows.
Franny Billingsley
#39. I think you just have to turn it around and say we are at this absolute historical moment. No generation has ever been as powerful as us. We have the future of our species in our hands. We could be the generation that people look back on and say, 'They bloody did it!', not 'They didn't bother.'
Franny Armstrong
#40. It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better.
Franny Billingsley
#41. I am not interested in having somebody telling that what I have to water down my message or that some advertising person would not like it.
Franny Armstrong
#42. Thirty-seven of them will be about shy, reclusive pennsylvania dutch lesbian who wants to write, told first-person by a lecherous hired hand. In dialect.
J.D. Salinger
#43. It wasn't quite a question. It was more of an invitation to tell him whatever I chose. Eldric game me a choice, and it was this that made me want to tell him everything.
Franny Billingsley
#44. It's one thing if a person learns you're a witch. It's quite another if he learns you're a murderer. I almost forget I'm a witch now that I know I'm a murderer - murderess, actually. Murderess sounds so much worse.
Franny Billingsley
#45. A person might get angry when the girl he loves says she'll never marry.
Franny Billingsley
#46. But witchy magic doesn't listen to please and pretty please, and anyway, I didn't really care. I only pretended to care because not caring makes me a monster.
Franny Billingsley
#48. We have got a very short time to turn climate change around otherwise we will all die.
Franny Armstrong
#49. Boxing's not that straightforward," said Eldric. "You can practice and practice, but the real experience will always be different. Lots of things are like that, actually.
Franny Billingsley
#50. I don't like my shoes,' said Rose.
'I'm wearing my shoes and you don't see me complain.'
'You only hear a person complain,' said Rose. 'Not see.'
How has Rose lived for seventeen years and no one has killed her, not once?
Franny Billingsley
#51. Let's hope she's like the others, who look only at the surface. Let's hope she'd never think that a girl with black-velvet eyes and cut-glass cheekbones could be a witch.
Franny Billingsley
#53. Smash the table, why don't you? Kick things about. It's ever so nice to see you embrace the true spirit of the Fraternitus.
Franny Billingsley
#55. The beach has a language of its own, with its undulating ribbons of silt, the imponderable hieroglyphs of bird tracks. The receding waves catch on innumerable holes in the sand. Bubbles form and fade. A new language, with a new alphabet ...
Franny Billingsley
#56. That's where proper stories begin, don't they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?
Franny Billingsley
#57. I don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list
Franny Billingsley
#58. Life and stories are alike in one way: They are full of hollows. The king and queen have no children: They have a child hollow. The girl has a wicked stepmother: She has a mother hollow. In a story, a baby comes along to fill the child hollow. But in life, the hollows continue empty.
Franny Billingsley
#59. I'm usually a panster and throw ideas down on computer the second they hit my brain. I even had to get off the treadmill to write down my ideas. It's a great place to 'zone out' and think about my plots and characters.
Franny Armstrong
#60. A toast at your wedding, perhaps?" said Eldric.
"I shall never get married," I said. "But I do like champagne.
Franny Billingsley
#61. My own mask stayed just where it ought. I've had lots of practice.
Franny Billingsley
#62. Sometimes, of course, the sister's the wicked one, not the stepmother.
Franny Billingsley
#63. When I was ten, my mother told me to write down my feelings. I eventually started writing a book. I wish I'd kept the handwritten text. I recall some of the story, but it was a start into the world of writing.
Franny Armstrong
#64. Despite her cough, Rose was in unusually good spirits. That was irritating. If I'm to trade my life for Rose's, I'd appreciate her exhibiting a touch of melancholy. Also acceptable would be despair.
Franny Billingsley
#65. A girl can have the face of an angel but have a horrid sort of heart.
Franny Billingsley
#66. Thoughts are strange creatures. They lead you from one thing to another. Sometimes you don't know how you got from one to the next.
Franny Billingsley
#68. Is this what a nun feels when she runs wild? Perhaps running wild needn't mean dressing in satin and taking to cigarettes. It might mean running into the wild, into the real, into the ooze and muck and the clean, muddy smell of life.
Franny Billingsley
#70. I hope you don't mind my joining you, said Leanne. I minded. After all, she'd tried to kill me. A girl in a novel would say it was hard to believe, but it wasn't.
Franny Billingsley
#71. I always carry a notepad with me, even on vacation. If I'm on the computer when the story 'hits', I open a Word document and start typing until I get it all out. I've got tons of notes that I never throw out. You never know when a story will strike!
Franny Armstrong
#72. Poor Petey. I'd like to say I could almost feel a tender spot for poor Petey, but the truth is I'd rather feel at the tender spot on his head and give it a poke.
Franny Billingsley
#73. Eldric wore his lazy lion's smile. He didn't mind what he was called. He was a sticks-and-stones sort of person.
Franny Billingsley
#74. In a matter of only a few seconds, in fact, her eyes appeared to jettison everything that was dark and heavy and to glow with fan-club appreciation.
J.D. Salinger
#75. Briony scared?" said Eldric. "I've never seen anyone less scared in my life. She has nerves of iron.
Franny Billingsley
#76. Darling! Had they darlinged each other when they were here? I imagined them, magnificent on horseback, tossing darlings to and fro.
Franny Billingsley
#77. I was about seven years old. In my mother's garage I used to create plays and star in them and charge the neighborhood kids five cents to see them. It was a lot of fun.
Franny Armstrong
#78. Soon the Boggy Mun would open up shop. I wore no cloak and had no pockets. I carried my knife and salt in a basket. Little Red Riding Hood, skipping off into the woods. And whom will she meet?
Why, her own self, of course: the wolf.
Franny Billingsley
#79. I have always thought that the role of the film-maker is to present the argument persuasively, emotionally and coherently and then it is over to the viewer, they are either convinced or not convinced, moved or not moved and they decide whether they will take action or not.
Franny Armstrong
#81. I've always loved J.R.R. Tolkein and recently, Christine Feehan and J.K.Rowling. There are many as I'm an avid reader, but those three come to the fore.
Franny Armstrong
#82. If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?
Franny Billingsley
#83. I relish the time I have when there are no interruptions. Most often the best time for writing is late at night.
Franny Armstrong
#84. How true, lamentably true. I'm sorry, Father. I do not love my neighbor as myself.
Franny Billingsley
#85. You could write your way into happiness. It might not be the happiness you'd experience if Eldric pushed Leanne from a cliff, but there's a firefly glimmer in writing something that would please Rose.
Franny Billingsley
#86. I love using unique names, so I go to a baby names site on the Internet and use the unique names. Sometimes my names have meanings such as 'strong', 'fire', and Phoenix which means dark red and is Greek. It's fun to think of a name meaning and matching it with a name. Even Frances means Victory.
Franny Armstrong
#87. I might be a wicked girl who'd think nothing of eating a baby for breakfast, but I'd never allow myself to get expelled. It's far too public.
Franny Billingsley
#88. Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.
Franny Billingsley
#89. As a graphic artist, my job on a local paper was creating the advertising as well as working as a journalist on sports and community issues. There are many more jobs I've done in my day, I can't remember them all.
Franny Armstrong
#90. There is a lump of desolation beneath the bony dip at my throat. It is no bigger than a coin, this spot, a peculiarly small place to hold such a feeling. I try to shove it to some deeper region, but there it sticks, a fragile skin-thickness from the outside world.
Franny Billingsley
#91. Forge ahead, O mighty enforcer of the law. May you be stout of heart and eardrum.
Franny Billingsley
#92. I like rain and mist. I've never understood why people exclaim over bright skies and bushels of glaring sunshine.
Franny Billingsley
#93. Father's silence is not merely the absence of sound. It's a creature with a life of its own. It chokes you. It pinches you small as a grain of rice. It twists in your gut like a worm.
Silence clawed at my throat. It left a taste of burnt matches.
Franny Billingsley
#95. I've confessed to everything and I's liked to be hanged. Now, if you please
Franny Billingsley
#96. I love writing about the military, as I live near an air force base and am inspired by the sacrifices our soldiers make for us. I like to give them a lot of challenges to beat, and show how they live with intrigue and danger.
Franny Armstrong
#97. Then, as though he had suddenly become exhausted-or, rather, depleted by the demands made on him by a world greedy for the fruit of his intellect-he began to massage the side of his face with the flat of his hand, removing, with unconscious crassness, a bit of sleep from one eye.
J.D. Salinger
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