Fannie Flagg

Fannie Flagg
Fannie Flaggis an American actress, comedian and author. She is best known as a semi-regular panelist on the 1973–82 versions of the game show Match Game and for the 1987 novel Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, which was adapted into the 1991 movie Fried Green Tomatoes. Flagg was nominated for an Academy Award for the screenplay adaptation...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 September 1944
CityBirmingham, AL
CountryUnited States of America
I wrote it in longhand as an 11-year-old girl and so all my misspelled words, they'll think I did it on purpose.
From the time I was 6 years old I longed to be a writer, always wanted to be a writer.
One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.
Are you a politician or does lying just run in your family?
By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?
It was a stretch to imagine that Barbara Walters might want to give it all up for Ed Couch, but Evelyn tried her hardest. Of course, even though she was not religious, it was a comfort to know that the Bible backed her up in being a doormat.
I have a lot of friends that are ex-Miss Alabamas and ex-Miss Georgias.
It's always the darkest just before the glorious dawn.
If you do everything in your power to avoid writing and still can't, then you must be a writer.
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.
If you cage a wild thing, you can be sure it will die, but if you let it run free, nine times out of ten it will run back home.
In order to be Miss Anybody you had to have excellent grades, and I had terrible grades because of my dyslexia.
Albert and I would spend hours and hours looking at them. Cleo had this big magnifying glass on his desk, and we'd find centipedes and grasshoppers and beetles and potato bugs, ants . . . and put them in a jar and look at them. They have the sweetest little faces and the cutest expressions. After we'd looked at them all we wanted to, we'd put them in the yard and let them go on about their business.