He had mourned each of those great trains as, one by one, they were pulled off the lines and left to rust in some yard, like old aristocrats, fading away; antique relics of times gone by.

I believe poor people are good people, except the ones that are mean . . .

You're just a bee charmer, Idgie Threadgoode. That's what you are, a bee charmer.

I just know there's an albino living in the colored quarters. I can feel it in my bones.

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?

Daddy gave me real useful information to protect me in the real world. If anyone hits me, I'm not to hit them back. I wait until their back is turned, then hit them in the head with a brick.

I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.