Frances Farmer
Frances Farmer
Frances Elena Farmerwas an American actress and television host. She is perhaps better known for sensationalized accounts of her life, especially her involuntary commitment to a mental hospital. Farmer began her career as a stage actress, performing stock theater in New York and later appearing on Broadway. She made her film debut in Too Many Parents, and was subsequently featured in a starring role in the musical western, Rhythm on the Rangeopposite Bing Crosby, and The Toast of New Yorkwith...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMovie Actress
Date of Birth19 September 1913
CitySeattle, WA
CountryUnited States of America
There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.
For eight years I was an inmate in a state asylum for the insane. During those years I passed through such unbearable terror that I deteriorated into a wild, frightened creature intent only on survival. And I survived. I was raped by orderlies, gnawed on by rats and poisoned by tainted food. I was chained in padded cells, strapped into strait-jackets and half-drowned in ice baths. And I survived. The asylum itself was a steel trap, and I was not released from its jaws alive and victorious. I crawled out mutilated, whimpering and terribly alone. But I did survive.
Have you ever had a broken heart?
I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.
I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was... nothingness.
If you get old fashioned enough, you'll always be in style.
I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.
If a person is treated like a patient, they are apt to act like one.
I miss the comfort in being sad,
I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them.
I have learned that to have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment.
The Sunday School teacher talked too much in the way our grade school teacher used to when she told us about George Washington. Pleasant, pretty stories, but not true.
I think God just died of old age. And, when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right!
It puzzled me that other people hadn't found out, too. God was gone. We were younger. We had reached past him. Why couldn't they see it? It still puzzles me.